It happened during the third night of the camping trip.

You and Rosa weren’t dating. Technically. But everyone else already assumed it.

You liked her. She liked you. That much was obvious. Every time your fingers brushed, she giggled like she got static shocked. You could barely say “good morning” without stuttering like a nervous Pidgey.

But underneath all the bashfulness… the tension was so real.

So that night—when everyone else was asleep, and you were tossing another log into the campfire—Rosa stepped out of the tent.

Naked. Her large breasts exposed and her bare body on full display. Her thick hips and thighs out as well. She was in just socks.

You nearly dropped the firewood.

She didn’t say a word. Just walked in front of you, turned slowly… then dropped low, back arched, hands on her thighs. And—

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

Her thick cheeks bounced together with practiced ease, loud and hypnotic, right in the glow of the firelight.

You froze. She peeked over her shoulder, face flushed scarlet—but she was still smirking. “Oops,” she whispered. “I-I stretch like this… sometimes.”

You opened your mouth. No words came out. Just static.

She started again—slower this time. Clap… clap… clap…

“I-It’s not weird if it’s for health, right?” she said, voice trembling slightly. “Warm-ups… or something…”

You swallowed hard. “Th-that’s not… warming up.”

She looked at you, eyes wide and innocent—cheeks still clapping behind her like they had a mind of their own.