The camping trip between the two families had been going great. The Heelers had brought the fun, and the Border Collies, more than anything, made it happen.
"This is quite fun, ain't it, mate?" Bandit asked Mackenzie's dad.
"Quite so! And this cooking of yours is quite something," he added.
While all of this was happening, Bluey and Macknzie's eyes would drift from their food, meet, connect shortly, and then look away, so as not to imply to the teens' parents that they had any sort of affections towards each other. Of course, mother that she was, Chillii knew; knew well enough for herself not so say anything, and to just let things work themselves out.
The night came and Bluey retired to her tent that she had bought with her own money,
something she was quite proud of; she had gotten the money from just one paycheck, of course, like any sixteen-year-old with some degree of competency could, but she was excited about it nonetheless. It rubbed off on Bingo, too; now acquainted more personally with the pros of having money, she had begun to do whatever she could to earn it. But we can discuss that in a later story.
Mackenzie had his own tent as well; however, he had not bought it, but had it given to him by his parents shortly before the trip.
They all said their goodnights and, before long, they were all off to sleep. Well, most of them, at least.
Bluey couldn't sleep. She was obsessed with Mackenzie; she couldn't get over him. Of course, she didn't need to; they had been essentially dating for over a year, only hiding it when they felt they had to, and at no other time.
Mackenzie, on the other hand, was tossing and turning for similar reasons; images of Bluey looking at him, even when it was just a passing glance, ran through his mind on loop. He kept himself at a practically inaudible volume; and when the growth between his legs grew a bit untame, he stroked it lightly, just trying to satisfy for a moment the longing growing only larger and hotter within him. Then a thought ran through his head.
Fuck. I need to piss.
Of course, it was dark enough outside to do so without his unruly member being ascertained from the rest of the things lurking in the darkness, but there was still a bit of primal fear of being embarrassed involved. But he knew from experience that until he relieved himself there would be no sleep for him.
Meanwhile, Bluey had felt the same need and had gotten out of her tent, looking for the familiar blue rectangular box with the grey top. She found it, opened the door, and sat down, relieving herself… and giving herself a rub and a poke to take the edge off of the obsession.
Sighing, Mackenzie unzipped the tent and came out of it, one leg at a time, and found the portable lavatory. Promptly, without thinking much of the action, he opened the door.
"Ah!—"
"Wha—!"
Mackenzie shut the door— albeit doing so as quietly and yet as quickly as he could manage— and sunk, back to the door, mortified.
"What… was that…?"
"Mackenzie?" asked that familiar voice from the other side of the door.
"Uh… yes?"
"That was you, correct?"
"Um… yeah… why?"
"I… sorry…"
"Sorry? It was my fault, I…" he broke off; then, thinking over what just happened, he laughed a bit. "I opened the door, and… haha…"
"And what?" she asked in a tone that was mildly serious but much more, er, playful than anything.
"And I… I saw you, um, you know…"
"You weren't too innocent yourself, you know.~"
Realising what she had been talking about in an instant, he looked between his legs and observed his red rocket absolutely throbbing.
"GAH! Bluey— fuck…"
"Nice choice of words there, Mackenize.~"
After only a brief moment of processing what she had just said, he got what she meant.
"Oh… well…~" before he could think further, however, he realised a bit of a flaw in his
plan, still in its infancy. "I don't have any sort of protection, I mean…"
"That won't be a problem," Bluey said.
"Why not?"
"I've been on meds for a while now. I'm sixteen, Mackenzie. Though, at seventeen, I'm a
bit surprised you don't have one."
He got up from his sunken position— his cock still hard, but a little softer— and opened the door, and looked down at her, moonlight illuminating her face. But she looked for one of his other features.
"Excited?~"
"Just a bit.~" He closed, and for both of their sakes, locked, the door behind him; only then did he realise that he had no idea what he was doing, or how to do it if he did. "It's,
uh, my first go at this…"
"Same here. But," she said, getting up and throwing her hands around his neck, "we can figure it out, I'm sure."
Without much further thought, Mackenzie leaned in and gave her a kiss, first a superficial one and then, as their primal nature, their ids, woke up fully, they both pushed into each other, their tongues slipping into each other's mouths. Bluey moaned into his mouth; Mackenzie put his hand on her hips and ground into her; she went a bit limp and put her hands around his waist and her face in his chest, sniffing his fur.
"Mmh… I… I love you," Bluey said shakily.
"I love you too, Bluey…"
Silently, she turned him around so that his back was facing the toilet. He understood what they were doing; he sat down, and she straddled him, his knot at the bottom of her entrance. She lifted her hips and his cock fell into place; she let them down and he got partway in.
"Bluey… your hymen… do you want me to be…?"
My first? Yes. Yes I do. That much and oceans more were communicated between their eyes. She let her hips down more and she whimpered and moaned simultaneously as he broke her hymen, then went almost all the way in, sparing of course his sizeable knot.
"A-a-ah…"
"Mm-m-m…."
She started gently riding him, her hands still around his neck. They kissed again while she was still in motion.
"You're… good at this, Bluey… really good…"
"Anything for you. Anything…" they put their foreheads together, snouts smushed against one another. They went on for what felt like hours, hours of pleasure, hours of love, hours of joy, hours of revelling in each other's affections, both in the innocent and in the carnal.
"Mmh… Bluey… Bluey! I— I'm stuck…"
"It's okay… fill me up…~"
In a final, fluid motion, he grabbed her hips once more and pulled her down forcefully, her taking in his knot as he filled her with his hot, creamy load.
"A-a-ah!" Bluey moaned as she hit her own orgasm and, for the first time in her life, squirted all over him. "Oh…" She went limp and fell against Mackenzie. "You… you're amazing…"
"Thank you… I love you…"
"I love you too…"
After a while, Mackenzie loosened up and Bluey got off of him; he got up as well, and they retired to their tents, sleeping well into the morning from their exhaustion.