I thought of the crowd of your friends, all of their faces different but similar somehow.  It had been a week since they had watched us from the cliff.  After the initial awkwardness,­ it was almost back to normal.  I wasn't completely surprised when you started driving down the bumpy road that weekend, turning off onto a different road I had not noticed before. 

"I thought we were going to the field,"­ I say, looking over my shoulder at the road disappearing­.  You smile, shaking your head as the car creeps up a slight hill.  My eyes narrow at you.

"Are we going to the house,"­ I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.  You nod, not saying anything.

"I didn't know I was in the club," I say, mumbling a little at not having received a formal invitation to their little secret society.  You shrug, nonchalantly­, pulling in front of the large house, the dark wood making it blend in with its surroundings­ easily.

"The guys like you.  No girls get asked to join. You're the first,"­ you say, as you open my door for me.  I smile, tilting my head to the side.

"Really,"­ I say, my nose crinkling up as I smile.  You laugh nodding as you open the door, calling out to your friends.  I smile at the guy who greets up, his bright blue eyes lighting up as he sees me, his mess of curls clashing with the calmness of his eyes.

"Hey! So you do know why we are here," he asks quietly as we all walk to the large living room, overlooking the field.  I could see why the house was near invisible to anyone in the field below now.  It was nestled between large stone, almost built from the rock itself it seemed. 

"I know," I say, short and simple.  He nods once, walking into the room, sitting down on a couch.  I look around, noticing one of group is gone, the tall lanky kid with a great smile..  I realize he must be tonight's main attraction.  You walk off, your fingers leaving mine slowly as you walk to the window, peering into a telescope. 

"Hey! What's up," the blond guy says loudly, smiling widely, holding out a beer bottle in a silent offer.  I smile, sitting down, shaking my head no.

"Not much, " I reply, watching him walk off to the window, picking up a pair of binoculars.  I watch out the window as the sky starts getting dark.  I know they must have arrived because the rest of the guys move toward the window, the energy alive in the room.  I look around, realizing I am the only girl with them.

"Baby,"­ you look at me, motioning for me to join you.  I get up, the butterflies dancing in my stomach.  I am not sure I want to watch but at the same time I feel drawn to clear expanse of glass. 

I look at your other friends, one a shorter guy with glasses holding a pair of binoculars up to his face.

"Man, these things don't work right with glasses,"­ he grumbles under his breathe, his mouth twisted in a half smile, half smirk.  I laugh softly, relaxing a little.  They are all acting exactly as they did before, when we had went to the bar or just sat around, talking.  I feel your hand on my waist, guiding me a little to the telescope.

I look at you, biting my lip a little.  I lean over, my eye pressed up against the lens.  The couple comes into view quickly.  The tall blond is talking to the guy, laughing, her face broken by a huge smile.  She is wearing a bright yellow shirt and shorts.  The guy is wearing a black button up shirt, jeans and a black baseball cap.  He is building a fire, stacking the logs in a pile.  As he starts setting the tent up, she sits down, watching.

I poke you in the back playfully.

"See? Girls just don't that.  Guys do it.  We watch you," I say, poking you again, giggling.  You smile at me, shaking your head.

"Oh, here we go," the guy with glasses says, leaning forward.  I hear his glasses hitting the lens, causing me to laugh again.  You hand me a pair of binoculars, and just like that I am standing next to the couple as they silently kiss, his hands moving awkwardly along her sides, over her hips.  Her eyes pop open as he grabs her jean clad ass, lifting her around his waist.

She is now face to face with him, her legs wrapped around his waist.  I watch as they kiss gently, her not afraid of falling at all.  I feel your hand brush my hip, your fingers rubbing against the edge of my skirt.  I feel you hook into a belt hoop as you tug me closer.  You press your body up against mine, your white polo shirt  a contrast to my short black shirt, tied around my waist, showing my belly.  I feel your fingers brushing on my bareness, the goosebumps rising quickly.  I hold the binoculars, watching, feeling your hands on my body. I fight the urge to look at you, just enjoying where your hands are leading.

The living room is dark, the only light coming from the fire in the field and the sky with the fading light.  I watch as the couple move to a laying position, as he pulls the shirt over her head.  I feel your mouth moving on the back of my neck, your face buried in my hair, the smell of green apples surrounding you.

You kiss me, as I tilt my head a little.  You feel my back arch a little, pushing my ass into you.  You look over at the others, seeing that they are watching us more than they are watching the field.  You smile a little, moving your face back into my hair. 

I feel your hands moving down to the edge of my short lacy skirt, the edge barely covering my ass cheeks.  I gasp softly as I feel your fingers run over the string of my thong, tugging a little, causing the material to pull against my clit.  I put my hand on the glass to keep from falling to the floor as you pull in a slow rhythm.  I lower the binoculars slowly, setting them on a table. 

You wrap one hand around my waist while the other one moves to find my pussy, already aching from your pulling.  I push both hands to the glass, the sky dark, marred only by the distant fire.  No one is watching the telescopes or binoculars anymore.  Their eyes are turned toward us, relaxing on the couches and chairs, their bodies fading into the shadows.

You forget they are there, their eyes and hands busy as they watch.  You pull my skirt up over my hips, your hands cupping my body.  I turn around as you push me against the window, my ass pressed against the glass.  You cup my face, your lips gently on mine as you seemingly breathe life into me, your shoulders hunched up as the kiss deepens, my hands on yours.  Your hands move to my hair, tangling in it, pulling me closer, our bodies hard against each other. 

I am breathless as our tongues tease each other, as I run my tongue over your lower lip, nipping at it playfully.  You groan, stumbling back, blindly finding the couch. You are faintly aware of the other guys watching but ignore the sounds coming from the shadows.  I fall back onto the tan leather couch, the material soft and smooth as butter.  Your body follows, covering mine. 

I pull the polo over your head, the t-shirt under it coming with as I toss them aside.  You start unbuttoning the tiny buttons on the black shirt, untying the knot that rests under my ribs, inches from the swell of my breasts.  You slide the material open, my breasts bare in the faint moonlight.  I stare at you as you lean forward, taking one tight nipple in your mouth as your hand occupies the other breast. 

I turn my head, looking at the various watchers, their hands moving in and out of shadows quietly.  I smile, looking back at you as your mouth moves over my body, moving to my neck, biting and sucking on my ear lobe.  I try holding in my moan, afraid your friends will think I am too weird when I hear a soft moan from the darkness.  I answer the moan with my own, as you start whispering in my ear. 

"Baby, this is hot.  They all want you, but I have you.  They can want all they want but I'm never letting go of you, baby," you say, your lips tickling my skin.  I feel you pulling at the strings that create my thong, feeling them popping, ripping apart. My fingers work at the button your black slacks as your fingers slide into my pussy, rubbing my clit quickly.  I feel it throbbing, it feeling it like it could push your fingers away.

The moans from the shadows get louder as you enter me, my legs finding their familiar places around your waist, locking to pull you into me deeper.

"Oh my God," I heard a shadow say as you start thrusting, your jaw tensing up as move faster.  I wrap my arms around your neck, moaning loudly, the movement of your dick inside feeling so good.  The sounds our bodies make is wet and sweaty as I move to match you, your grunts drown out by my moans.  I can feel the static in the air, can smell the sex mixed with sweat as everyone moves toward the same goal. 

"Harder­, baby, harder,"­ I plead with you, feeling almost like I am fucking everyone in the room at the same time.  I hear your grunts, as well as the others', pick up speed and huskiness as you thrust harder, the material sticking to my sweaty body, the sound of your body hitting hard against mine louder than the moans and whimpers of the shadows.

You move fast and hard, shutting out the sounds of your friends as much as possible.  You know they all want me and am still amazed that I picked you.  You look at me, my face in a half lidded state of relaxation, with each thrust, a whimper erupts, each one sharper and shorter than before.  You start to recognize the pattern, knowing I am nearing your goal.  My hair is messed up, a tangled mess surrounding my face, getting messier the more you move. 

I look up at you, smiling slightly, through my moans and whimpers, feeling the coil within my body tighten, can almost feel the metal warming up the closer I get to coming.  I lick my lips, feeling your face close to mine.

"Do it baby, just let go," you whisper, the muscles in your arms twitching as you hold back, wanting me to come first. You know the exact word to say to push me over.

"Baby girl," you whisper, feeling my body jerking as the words leave my mouth, my pussy clenching, devouring you. 

"Oh my God, I think she is coming,"­ you hear a voice whisper, between grunts, making you thrust harder, making my climax seem to last forever.  The deep groans I let out hang in the air. 

"Baby,"­ I whine, my hands grabbing your ass, digging my nails into your skin, sending you over, filling my wetness with your come.  You thrust harder, getting everything out, your body relaxing against mine, the sweaty sex warm on our bodies.

I feel my eyes sliding down, heavy with sleep.  The last thing I remember is someone laying a blanket over me and seeing the backs of everyone  looking out the window again.

"She's definitely in the club," the blond guy says, smiling at you.