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desires. The two of them
have been together for a while—they’ll have habits and patterns they want to
keep and I’m not sure I’d be happy with that. What about my traditions, my
desires, my need for “me” time?
    Andy shook her head. She was getting way ahead
of herself. There’d been no real hint that the men wanted her around after this
hike.
    The east side of Haggity Mountain was very different from the rest of the hike, with exposed cliffs and
fewer trees. This was properly into the rain shadow zone and the differences
were obvious. Once again the path disappeared for miles at a time and the
threesome found their own way down rocky slopes,
meeting again where the dirt path re-emerged, only to part again later to
travel over rocky ground.
    At mid-afternoon they could hear the sound of
the first of the Haggity Waterfalls, but it was half
an hour before they rounded another cliff face and saw it. Waterfall One was
quite small but had a good flow of water, and the spray from it ensured there
were plenty of trees nearby. Haggity River though, at
this height up the mountain, was still quite a small stream.
    An hour later they saw Waterfall Two, a taller
fall, and the river was noticeably fuller. By late afternoon when they reached
Waterfall Three the view was stunning. A narrow fall, but long and with enough
water going over it to make the base of the falls a lush green area which was
very pretty to see after so much rock and yellowy-brown cliffs.
    Andy shrugged off her backpack and sat on a
large rock overlooking the ravine and the waterfall.
    “So, is it prettier than Little River Falls?”
teased Corey.
    Andy cut a swift look at Derek but he was
grinning as he leaned against a nearby tree, his pack at his feet.
    “Well there’s probably more water coming over
it, but the good thing about Little River Falls was that we could go right up
to them. Experience them first hand. Here we’ve walked for three days and
Waterfall Three’s actually still down a ravine that the map says can only be
tackled with proper climbing equipment. I don’t know, at Little River Falls it
seemed better, more immediate, more like I was part of it,” she replied.
    “I do understand,” said Derek. “And your hiking
skills are equal to mine. In fact, your sense of direction is better than mine
or Corey’s,” he added with an unmale-like burst of candor.
    “Hey!” growled Corey. Then he sighed, “Yeah,
okay, that’s true. But for God’s sake, don’t tell anyone else at the hiking
club!”
    They stopped for a few more minutes to drink
some water from their bottles and eat a handful of trail mix each, then,
laughing, they gathered up their packs and headed off downhill, following the
ravine and the river to the evening’s camping ground.
     
    * * * *
     
    Neither Derek nor Corey had brought anything
interesting to cook for dinner that night, everyone sharing rice, pasta,
dehydrated soup and a couple of MREs, all of which they combined into a hearty
and tasty stew. However, they did pull out of Corey’s pack a package of
chocolate chip cookies, which had survived the journey remarkably well.
    “If I’d brought them they would be nothing but
crumbs after three days of hiking,” said Andy, biting into her cookie with
delight.
    “We pack them in the middle of our clothes to
protect them because we always need a sugar hit by the third day—and you’ll
need all your strength for tonight
too.” Derek waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
    “You both interrupted me before I got to suck
Corey’s cock. Is tonight when I get to do that?” she asked.
    “Shit, yeah,” said Corey, unzipping his jeans
and pulling out his cock, which was already red, long and engorged.
    “I can help you with that,” she said, scooting
across the grass on her butt. She took his cock in gentle hands and ran a
fingernail over the head and under the ridge. With her other hand she cupped
his balls and gently squeezed them, rolling them inside the