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this amazing person. They kissed as their hands explored each other innocently and playfully. Cameron ran his large hands over her waist and arms, caressing her neck and kissing it lovingly. Lynn ran hers along the length of his shoulders, enjoying their broadness, their thickness. She curled her arms under his, feeling an urgent need to have him close.
    A lover’s heat and urgency took hold of them, and they explored each other more and more eagerly. Cameron’s hands ventured further and further up her inner thigh, into her dress. Her hands rubbed his waist, venturing toward center. It’s was daring, thrilling, as if they were two high school lovers pushing a boundary. Each wanted to savor and enjoy every second, yet neither could wait for the next as their passion took more and more momentum. Cameron’s hand was up her dress now, feeling out the pattern on Lynn’s lace underwear. Lynn’s hand rubbed atop Cameron’s groin over his pants, preparing him to meet her need.
    Clothes came off. They made love softly in the warm breeze under the emerging twinkling stars. In the distance, Cameron became aware of being watched. A jolt ran through him as he realized what was probably happening. Both his former betrothed and his father were witnessing this bond. He stopped a moment, pulling back from Lynn. Should he tell her? He stopped, looking into the distance for the eyes he felt upon him. He thought he saw something at the tree line….
    When he looked down at Lynn beneath him, she looked up with a quizzical expression, smiling. Perhaps she thought it was merely his hunter’s sense, and he had smelled or heard an animal in the distance. She would have been half right. He opened his mouth to tell her that he thought they might be being watched, but she placed a finger over his lips before he could utter a word.
    “No more talking. Make love to me,” she said. He realized then that nothing else mattered in the moment except her and him, and forgot about the two witnesses amongst the trees.
    As he pushed into her, he felt himself snug against her, the contrast between the cool air on his cock and her warm wetness as he pushed in and pulled out making the experience more intense.
    She could feel his breath on her cheek and on her neck, the panting of his rough passion as his hands slid up her arms, holding her down. Lynn was sure people in the surrounding cabins could hear them; sure someone had come to see who exactly was getting it on at the top of the hill. She didn’t care. This sex was brilliant, consequences be damned. They tumbled on top of one another, switching sexual positions as they went. Cameron had perfect control, stopping them from ever getting to close to the steep end of the hill.
    When Cameron finally spent himself inside her, his inner wolf bubbling to the surface in sprouting hair over his body, they collapsed into each other’s arms satisfied. They slept for hours on the hill, before the sun rose up and they decided to head back to their cabins before anyone noticed they had left.
    When Lynn had been gone some minutes, Cameron saw two hooded figures emerge from the tree line at the hill bottom. I knew it, he thought. My father and Sheila, making sure I don’t have to kill one of my oldest friends… Or else making sure I don’t get myself killed.
    When they got to him, his father silently clapped a hand on his shoulder.
    “I’m proud of you, son. I am satisfied, though this has not solved our political troubles once and for all.”
    That was all his father said before throwing a glance at Sheila, leaving. The implied end of the speech was: “Your way has solved the problem, but mine would have solved it better.” Cameron just smirked. He knew there was still much that needed resolving. But his immediate troubles were gone, and now he just wanted to leave the forest and spend some alone time with Lynn.
    Sheila approached him, a silent tear rolling down her cheek.
    “She’s a lucky woman. I will