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As much as you complained when he was there, you were glad that Sean was back, safe and sound; even if you did hear him before you saw him and, by the look on Javier’s face, you could tell he’d been wearing his voice out the whole ride back. If anything good came out of his return, it was the party that followed his return pretty much the second he came back.
The longer the night ran on, the drunker everyone inevitably got; You even caught Arthur softly grumbling along to one of the usual overly lewd songs Uncle started up. Swanson had stopped you four times just to say hi, forget what he wanted you for, and then tell you how much he appreciated you in camp, preaching at you for a solid two minutes the second time, and just wandering off the final two. You hadn’t exactly held back on the drinks yourself, after all it was a party, and had set yourself up on a spot by the campfire, listening to Javier play his guitar and, eventually, Uncle and Swanson swap stories with each other that you doubted the legitimacy of on both sides.
One of the girls eventually managed to get Charles to play a tune on his harmonica, something fast paced that Uncle joined in on and had Tilly and Mary-Beth jumping up and twirling together as they giggled at nothing but each other’s stumbling. Javi put down his guitar and, after struggling to stand up in his intoxication, held his hand out to you. When you took it, slightly apprehensive, he pulled you close and took both your hands so he could dance with you; not like the dance you’d caught a glimpse of from Dutch and Molly, this one was constant movement, twirling and dipping and jumping around together almost as childishly frantic as Tilly and Mary-Beth were. You didn’t really mind. It was fun, though dizzying and making your feet ache as you struggled not to step on your own toes or Javier’s. A bad speed to dance while drunk and beside a blazing campfire, but you both ended it alive and mostly unsinged.
When Javier ended his dance with you, leaving you with a bow and a kiss on the hand, you decided to part from the group. You loved them all, of course, but they could be a little full on. Especially when drunk.
You passed Bill and John, talking absolute fucking nonsense, and the O’Driscoll scrubbing at bowls, unwilling to relax even for a second, and past Dutch’s tent towards the table beside John’s. You snatched up a bottle of whiskey from the box and sat down with a sigh. It wasn’t perfectly quiet, but it’d do.
Just as you swigged down a mouthful, you heard a noise coming from John’s tent that made your eyes widen. A moan. You stiffened like a statue, head shooting over to the tent as though you might be able to see right through it “Oh yes.” Came another keening groan from the tent. That was a distinctly Irish sounding moan, followed by another just as loud. Jeez, Sean really never shut up, did he? “Oh, Miss Jones.”
“Can you shut up?” Karen hissed. You almost laughed but managed to push it down with another mouthful of whiskey. She didn’t sound like she was enjoying it too much. You didn’t mean to, but you ended up leaning a little closer and paying attention; not for any perverted reason, really, it was just funny. Sean seemed to actually think she was as into it as he was.
You didn’t even realize that Arthur had walked over and picked up a bottle of his own until he spoke up “Y’alright, miss? Why ain’t you with the others?”
“Could ask you the same.” You teased but decided to answer anyway “I wanted a break. Javier’s dancing tired me out.” Your gaze fell on the tent and you chuckled “And anyway-” Perfectly timed, Sean moaned loudly and broke the conversation. Arthur obviously heard, if his wide eyes were any indication “-seems like people are having plenty of fun over here too.” Even in the dark, with his back turned to the fire, you could see Arthur’s cheeks turn pink.
“ ‘s that Sean?” He asked in a hushed tone. You nodded with a grin around the lip of your bottle.
“Yup. He’s real glad to be back.”
“Who’s he with?” You would have scoffed if it wouldn’t have made you spit out your whiskey.
“Who d’ya think? He’s been yelling that she loves him for the past ten minutes.”
“Oh. Karen.” You nodded once and took another drink. Arthur followed suit, though far more awkwardly.
Sean groaned again, far too loudly “Are you close?” That in itself made you almost spit out your whiskey, but it was Karen’s incensed response of “nowhere near” that did it. You narrowly avoided showering Arthur in the liquid, instead spitting it out onto the ground beside you so you didn’t choke as you laughed. Arthur somehow looked more embarrassed, but he wasn’t exactly leaving either; a sense of almost morbid curiosity kept you both there.
Timing was not on your side, as you tried to take a sip just as Sean’s moans started to crescendo, ending in a breathless “There she blows.” Whiskey burned all the way back up your throat and shot out through your nose, setting you into a coughing fit. Arthur started rubbing and patting your back through it as your coughs turned into laughs.
You were still chuckling through the aftershocks when Sean opened the tent back up and stumbled out with Karen soon behind him. They both turned to look at you and Arthur “What are you doing out here, you old creep?” Sean laughed as Karen glared at you.
“Perverts.” She grumbled under her breath.
“I barely heard nuthin’.” Arthur said and took another gulp from his bottle. You didn’t even try to hide your amused grin even as Karen stormed off. Sean didn’t even register it and instead stumbled over to you as Arthur excused himself under his breath and wandered over to Bill and John.
“Miss. Enjoyin’ the party?” The Irishman asked, breathless and rosy cheeked. He looked more drunk than before, off more than just the bottles that hadn’t left his hand all night.
“Not more than you, apparently.” He chuckled filthily, nodded once, and then looked over you almost lecherously.
“Gimmie a lil time, darlin’, and I could make sure you get a bit more…satisfaction from tonight.” You snorted, quite unattractively, and shook your head.
“I’ll pass for now, Mr MacGuire. But I know where you are if I change my mind.” He winked at you, at least you think it was meant to be a wink, and wandered off to a more crowded part of the camp to get a drink, despite the crate in front of you.
Not that you minded: Sean was fun to talk to, to listen to, even while drunk but you found it easier to digest his presence with other people around.
After spending a little more time in the near silence, head tipped back and taking the occasional sip from your bottle, you decided to again join the gang. Looking out over the camp, it seemed the night was starting to slowly wind down; Swanson had managed to find his way to his bedroll, though he was lying across it sideways, Dutch’s tent was closed off and the light snuffed out, Bill was practically falling asleep on the table he was sat at and Pearson was no better off, Javier sat with Lenny, Tilly, and Mary-Beth, while Sean was hanging off of a slightly swaying Arthur’s shoulders and babbling his ear off. You decided to sit with Javier and the others. The soft strumming of his guitar always seemed to drag you over.
You sat beside Mary-Beth and rested your head on her shoulder with a sigh “Where did you go?” She asked, “Lost track of you there.”
“Our dear Mr Escuella tired me out with his dancing. I had to take a break.” Javier chuckled and nodded almost proudly. You caught sight of Karen wandering her way back towards you all, her face red and her brow furrowed as she sipped at another beer.
“I’ve warned you before, hermosa, that I’d wear you out.”
“If only every man here had your talents.” You said between a giggle. His eyebrows shot up and he tilted his head a little.
“How do you mean?” Karen was now obviously in earshot, especially since you spoke a little louder than before.
“I just heard that, uh, Sean ain’t exactly got the stamina to wear a girl out.” Karen stopped right as she was about to sit down, her face scrunching up to a scowl that could curdle milk, and shook her head at you. You grinned cheekily at her “Ain’t that right, Miss Jones?”
“You’re such a bitch.” And then she turned and stormed off again.
“Oh, Karen, don’t. I’m just playin’.” You sighed and stood up so you could follow after her, almost tripping over yourself in your hurry.
You cornered her near the girls’ beds, grabbing her wrist the second she was in reach and turning her to look at you. Her face was an even deeper red than before “I’m sorry. I was joking around. You gotta admit it’s a little funny.” She didn’t. Instead, she turned her head pointedly away from you and huffed. She was embarrassed about getting caught with Sean, you knew that, but there was also something else. Karen shifted from side to side a little, her thighs pressing together beneath her skirts, and realization hit you. Almost instantly after, so did a filthy idea “How about I make it up to you?” You pouted and loosened your grip on her wrist so you could trail your fingers up her bare arm “For both me and Sean?” Her eyes shot back to you, wide, and she noticeably stuttered for a second before actually getting her words out.
“How…How would you do that?”
“Well.” You mused, still stroking up and down her arm as goosebumps started to form “Sean may not be able to satisfy you, wear you out, but I have my ways.” You stepped ever closer until you were chest to chest with her, until you were practically breathing each other in. Her green eyes dropped to your lips and you smiled a little and bit your bottom lip. Her breath hitched a little at that “I’m gonna go for a smoke, a little ways in the woods. You can join me, if you want.” You smiled and took a cigarette from your pack, placing it in your mouth before you set off into the darkness of the trees.
Barely halfway through the cigarette, you heard the soft padding of footsteps across leaves and sighed out a thick cloud of smoke. You didn’t turn to see who it was, instead waiting until Karen rounded the tree. You didn’t say a word, just held out what was left of the cigarette and let her take it. She took a deep drag in silence but kept glancing over to you every other second. It was easy enough to hide a smile in the near darkness, the only light being from the bonfire nearby barely seeping through the line of trees, but you still didn’t speak up.
When the cigarette was finished, Karen stamped it onto the ground and cleared her throat “So”
“So” You said when she didn’t carry on.
“You were planning on making it up to me?” Nodding, you grabbed her hand and pulled her over so you could back her against the tree you were just leaning on.
“Do you want to know how?”
“I…Yea.” Again you let your fingers ghost up and down her bare arms, relishing in the shuddering breath that she let out and the way that breath pressed her breasts against you.
“I’m going to get on my knees, right here, lift up your skirt, and lick your pussy, make you cum so many times it almost hurts.” Karen gasped and reached up to grab at your dress, pulling you a little closer “Like the sound of that?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Thought so.”
Without any more fanfare, you started to sink onto your knees while looking Karen in the eye. You only broke the eye contact as you bunched her skirts up and pulled her underwear down to her ankles. She lifted one foot to kick it free of the white fabric and held her bundled up skirt to her chest. In the limited light, you couldn’t see much of her most intimate area but that wasn’t exactly going to stop you. You lifted her leg up so her knee was resting on your shoulder, wrapped your arm around her thick thigh, and shifted a little closer.
You turned your head to the side and let your lips barely touch her inner thigh and smiled at her soft exhale when you kissed a little firmer a little higher. And again, and again, until you were barely an inch from her sex at the softest part of her thigh. A small bite there made her jump and hit your arm once. She was surely about to bitch at you, but you shut that up before she even took a full breath, by nestling your nose against her dark blonde curls and slipping your tongue between her lips. She was already wet and tasted better than you thought.
You couldn’t help but moan against her cunt as you spread her open further and lapped at her like you hadn’t drank a thing in weeks. Pointedly teasing at her clit, barely touching it with your tongue, pushing the tip into her silken walls and curling until she sighed deeply in pleasure. You couldn’t hold back your smile at how she was already whispering your name, muttering soft curses. The hums and open moans that you eagerly let out just vibrated through her. One of her hands fell to grip softly at your hair, the other falling to her side and curling her nails into the bark of the tree.
You knew she was desperate, so you took mercy on her and licked a broad line up to her clit and sucked lightly on the needy little bud. She gasped and her knees grew weak, especially when you traced two fingers around her entrance for a second before pushing them into her. You instantly set a patten of fucking her slow and deep, curling your fingers to try and find the spot that would make her eyes roll back in her head. It didn’t take much searching before her head threw back and she moaned deeply. You couldn’t help the smug smile that crossed your face, though you tried to smother it in her cunt. The trembling of her legs got worse as you alternated between long slow laps at her clit and sucking softly at it, changing the pace of your fingers pumping into her entrance and purposefully teasing her g-spot until she whined “I’m gonna cum.”
You pulled back a little from her cunt, replacing your tongue with the thumb of your free hand as you earnestly pumped your fingers into her faster “That’s it, baby, cum over my fingers. I want to make you feel good. Do it for me.” Then your tongue was back on her clit, flicking over it so fast you almost felt like you’d cramp it.
In seconds, the grip in your hair tightened, her hips rocked against your face, she raised up a little on her toes and her knees locked, as wet heat spread further over your fingers. You slowed all movements, instead soothing her twitching clit with gentle licks, until she relaxed and gently pushed you away.
Cleaning your fingers off with your tongue, you sat back on your haunches and looked up at her. She looked wrecked; her breath was heavy and her head still hanging back against the tree, her skirt messily draped back over her legs which were probably still trembling “How was my apology, Miss Jones?” You trilled as you hopped up onto your feet again. Karen just nodded at first before actually catching her breath and looking at you.
“One of the best apologies anyone’s ever given me.” You chuckled and sighed.
“Well, you know where I am if you need me.” You winked, maybe not even seen in the dim light, and then wandered back to the camp and the party that was still going on.