I lay on my back in the dark with my legs open exactly like he told me to.

The sleeping bag felt rough under my bare ass. My short skirt was still bunched around my waist. The thong hung useless around one ankle. I could feel how wet I was — it had soaked through to the fabric under me. Every time the distant bass thumped I felt it between my legs.

I kept listening for footsteps. Every small sound outside made my stomach flip. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my throat and in my clit at the same time.

I slid one hand...