I should have climbed into the sleeping bag with my friend: says student Iva (22)

After several unsuccessful attempts to establish a relationship, I gave up. Actually, it’s better that way, because studying at university is keeping me busy, and pursuing a relationship wouldn’t be ideal. The holidays were slowly approaching, and I was making plans to enjoy the sun and rest, somewhere in nature. I take a nice book in my hand, headphones on my ears and I’m not here for anyone.

Unfortunately, I missed one exam, so I had to revise in September, and that means that the book will probably be a textbook. I spent the first part of the holidays at my parents’ house, mostly in the garden by the pool, or with my friend Alenko by the pond. My favorite, but she had evenings, that’s when a lot of young people gathered at the local camp, where there was a sitting area and a place for a campfire. Alenka and I have known each other since we were little, and I always liked seeing her, unfortunately, since I’ve been studying in Prague, we don’t see each other very often. I found out that she has a boyfriend, Peter, a few days before she introduced him to me at a campfire session.

Petr was really nice and suited Alena

Of course, they mainly wanted to spend time together, so I was a little jealous, but I understood. Petr was from Prague and his parents had a cottage here. Now he was here without his parents and with a few friends. There was no problem with having fun, even if Alenka didn’t have time for me. Among those friends, there was also Ondra, who started talking to me right away, and I have to admit that I had a lot of laughs with him. He kept telling some jokes and stories. Basically, I was entertained every night and therefore always looked forward to the next one. In the end, I had company even during the day, because we also met at the pond.

Once we all agreed that we could sleep in tents right at the campsite. I assumed that I would sleep with Alenka, but I was quite naive. Of course, Alenka wanted to sleep with Peter, but what about me? “You’re going to sleep with Ondra,” shouted Alenka happily. Ondra was nice to me, yes, but I didn’t really like sleeping in a tent with him.

Evening came and we gathered around the campfire. The fun was great, and there was a lot of drinking too. The guys mainly beer, some shots, and Alenka and I wine. It was quite warm all day, but it got a little colder in the evening, so I was glad that we were sitting by the campfire in the warmth. I was already quite wrapped up and I was starting to look forward to what it would be like when Ondra and I crawl into a tent together, and maybe even into a sleeping bag (I’m blushing). But time went on, and the boys still had nothing to do, and they were already quite drunk.

We lured the boys to go to bed, but to no avail

I was starting to get pretty tired, so I told Ondra that we were going to sleep, and he just dryly replied, “good!” Petr treated Alenka in a similar way, so we went to bed alone. We each climbed into our tent, and in no time I was snuggled up in my sleeping bag. I was almost asleep when Ondra finally came, I was angry, so I pretended to be asleep. That brat climbed into my sleeping bag.

I felt him smell my hair and kiss my hair

I didn’t sulk for a long time, and we made love. Then I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up in the morning and I wanted to poop, I got out of my sleeping bag, put on my leggings, and ran to the bathroom. When I was coming back, I saw Alenka climbing out of the tent, and by the look on her face, she had the same problem. While running, she asked me “how was the night?” I just managed to tell her that it was passionate and amazing. “I heard you,” she replied with a laugh.

Then my heart almost stopped

I saw Ondra climbing out of Alena’s tent. What kind of nonsense is this, it’s impossible, and I immediately unzipped my tent, where Petr, Alenka’s boyfriend, was happily munching away. I sat down on the grass, and with my mouth wide open, I began to cry. Alenka came back and looked in disbelief as to why I was crying. When she saw Peter sleeping in my tent, she cried and ran away. What to say about that? It can be forgiven somehow, is there anything? I didn’t do it on purpose!

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