Pairing (characters)
Lana Lang
(Kristin Kreuk)
Chloe Sullivan
(Allison Mack)

Network
ABC

Year (circa)
2001-2009

Lana Lang is the kind of girl every guy wants and it drives me crazy seeing how Clark treats her like a little princess all the time. She's just a girl.

Sometimes I look at Lana and try and figure out just what makes her so desirable to everyone and sure she is beautiful and has the perfect smile, a cute little body, but it's not just her looks.

She exudes this almost syrupy sweetness about her. Like she couldn't have an impure thought if her life depended on it. There had to be a flaw. Just had to be.

Lana was even nice to me. She was kind and friendly and the worst part about all this was that I liked her to.

I still had to find out if the Lana we all saw at school acted the same way when nobody was around. I simply can't believe anyone can be 100% good.

Nobody is perfect. Yet at times it seems as though she is.

She has the typical jock boyfriend. Yet rarely do I see her with him. Nor do I get any sense that she loves him in the least. At times it seems like she doesn't even notice he is around.

Could this be her flaw? Is she somehow using jock boy to enhance her image. Does she believe the most popular girl in school should always date the football star?

It would make sense. But why would she go through with this charade in the first place?

I decided to find out more about what make Lana tick so I invited her to go camping with me this weekend and to my surprise and delight she said yes.

In many ways I wasn't expecting this type of response from here. She seems so domesticated I bet she wouldn't know how to roast a marshmallow or what a BBQ was and I just don't think she's ever slept outside in a tent before. Nope, not Lana. She would need a perfectly engineered mattress to lay her delicate body down every night on. Okay, so I have just a little resentment and perhaps a slight, very slight bit of jealousy towards her. It's not that I don't like her though, because I do. She just seems to perfect.

Friday after school we walked home together and I made sure she was still up for the camping trip and she smiled that perfect smile at me and genuinely seemed excited about going. This was getting to be too much.

I smiled back and told her I would pick her up at 5 and we would head out so we could get set up before it got dark.

As I got back home and went upstairs to get my things ready I began to analyze Lana's decision to come with me this weekend and as usual my mind came up with about 30 different reasons for this.

Number one was that she just couldn't say no to anyone. Might not be nice. So she did it out of some warped sense of obligation to a girl she new as a casual friend from school.

Nope, not even she would do that. Would she?

Could she really fake her enthusiasm so well? Nah.

My other reasons ranged from boredom to the extreme reason, which I highly discounted, but in going through all possible reasons for this, the last one was that she wanted to spend time with me.

That one stirred up more emotions in me than all the others combined.

For one I didn't know if that made me happy or scared. Could Lana actually like me as more than a friend? No way. She has a boyfriend. She spends alot of time giving Clark her little puppy dog looks, so I just can't believe it.

Then again, I had to wonder. And it was flattering in a way to think that this beautiful young woman might like me like that. But, then I thought about what this all meant and thought about something else.

I got the van loaded and drove over to Lana's house and of course she was sitting there all ready and packed and stood up and grabbed a suitcase in one hand and of all things a fishing rod in the other.

Now if she knew how to fish I would scream.

It turns out it was her uncle's and she thought she might need it. I got out and helped her with her other bag and then we got back in the van and I began the 90 minute drive to where our family had been camping for years.

Lana and I shared some small talk along the way but nothing of importance was actually talked about.

We had the stereo going the whole way and made a game of guessing who was singing each song as fast as we could and she was even good at that. Who knew she actually listened to music.

Not sure why but I somehow thought rock and roll would be against her snow white beliefs.

I know, I didn't make much sense in some of the perceptions I had of her, but they were real and this weekend was all about finding out who the real Lana Lang was.

We made out way into the large campground and I drove to the edge of river and made sure we were far, far away from anyone else and then got out and started to unload all the camping gear and Lana was right there helping me.

She was a tiny little thing, but she didn't seem to mind the heavy lifting and was quite helpful when it came to putting up the tent and once again she seemed to be good at everything and still not a one complaint from here.

Not about anything. The mosquitoes, the heat, the lack of a nice hot shower or anything.

Once we got the tent set up we made a small fire in the pit that we always used and then I took off my jacket and pulled out a couple lawn chairs and we sat down for a couple minutes to catch our breath and relax for awhile.

Lana was wearing a bright orange sleeveless t-shirt, cut just above her waist exposing her midriff for the first time that I can ever remember and she had on a pair of beige pants and she looked quite pretty as always.

I was in a simple white t-shirt and jeans and felt so comfortable in what had become a very warm evening.

Lana grabbed a bottle of water from her cooler and asked if I'd like one and I said sure and she handed be one and sat back in her chair and looked over at me with a curious look, "So Chloe, what made you ask me to go camping with you this weekend?"

Like that's the right way to make conversation. She does get to the point. I wasn't sure what to say. I always had this sneaking suspicion that she could tell when I lied and that made me so very careful about what I said around her.

"I don't know. I just felt like going camping and didn't want to go alone and thought we might get a chance to know each other better this way."

This was all true and she seemed to accept it.

"Okay, well thanks for inviting me. I'm sure this will be fun. Did you want to do anything before it gets dark?"

"I was thinking of taking a swim. It's so much nicer when it's cooled off a bit. You did bring your swimsuit with you right?"

"Yes I did. I brought a couple with me actually."

Of course she did. She would think of everything. I'm sure she has two one piece black suits that cover every inch of her. Can't imagine Lana in anything but something conservative.

I got up and crawled into the tent and opened my suitcase and found my favorite red bikini and pulled it out and sat there realizing that I would be changing in front of Lana and this would be different than when we had to change for gym class, since we didn't get naked there.

Anyway, I watched as Lana searched through her clothes and to my surprise she pulled out a two piece white bikini and this just bugged me. Just once I'd like one of my perceptions of her to come true.

Where does she even wear a bikini? She sure isn't on the swim team.

I don't think she belongs to any swim club either. Does she wear it for her showers at home? Is it her way of not getting naked? That must be it.

Lana had no problem changing in front of me either. She removed her top and pants and then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her perfect breasts to me for the first time and I did find myself staring at them a little too long at how they were just that, perfect.

Perfectly round. Perfectly firm. Perfectly sexy.

I bet she loved having me look at her like this. Knowing that she could make not only the boys drool, but alot of girls as well.

I watched her slide off her panties and pull her bikini bottom on and then she put her top on and I had begun to undress by then and was in my underwear as she sat there waiting for me.

It was such a weird feeling. I actually wanted her to watch and see that I was an attractive girl to and was quite happy with my body as well.

When I removed my bra and my breasts were naked I made a point to look over and see if the sweet little Lana was looking in my direction and was surprised to see she was staring right at me and I again wasn't expecting this.

Was she looking at me or just looking around the room.

I put my bikini on and she looked back at me, looked me over from head to toe, then looked back into my eyes, "You look beautiful in that suit. Red really brings out your eyes."

Great, now she was complimenting me. It did feel good though.

"You look great to. Not many people can pull off white like that."

"Thanks Chloe." she said, then crawled out the tent, which gave me my biggest shock of the trip so far.

Lana Lang was wearing a thong. This was too much. Who would have ever believed she knew what one was, let alone own one. Not to mention how amazing it looked on her. She couldn't be satisfied looking incredible in the bikini, she had to show off her perfect little ass now to.

I followed her out of the tent and down to the little lake my eyes having a hard time avoiding her thong, since it was right there for all to see every time she took a step.

I was beginning to think she was doing all this on purpose. It would be just like her to seduce me without trying like she had everyone else at school.

Only in school she couldn't concentrate on me so I was able to resist her spell. It has to be a spell. That would explain why I was so drawn to her. Why I felt this intense connection with her since the first time I looked into her amazing eyes.

But this was so different. This was sexual. She was using her spell to make me attracted to her. I knew it. It had to be this. What other explanation could there be?

We made our way into the water and began to swim around a small area for awhile before we came together and she gave me this cute little look and I just knew she was going to do something.

She began splashing me with water and I let out a little scream, but soon was splashing back just as much and the more we splashed the more we were laughing and she got really close and tried to grab my hands and stop me from splashing her.

We were wrestling and I had my hands on her small wrists and actually felt like I was in control at that moment and I just kind of pulled her towards me with one big tug and she practically fell ontop of me and we did fall back into the water as she did.

Then as we got up she grabbed a hold of my hands and held them behind my back and was holding me so close now and I couldn't pull my hands from her grip, which was way to strong for someone so tiny I might add.

She still had a free hand and actually reached behind and unhooked my top and tossed it back to the shore and then reached down and slid off my bottoms and did the same to them and I was struggling to get free and she was smiling at me the whole time and then she let go of my hands and I made a feeble attempt to cover up my breasts, but then decided that wasn't the answer and I walked towards her and she started backing up and she looked at me with her favorite puppy dog look, "Chloe you don't want to do this."

"Oh yes I do."

"No, you don't. Okay, okay. I give." She said, then held her hands up above her head in surrender or something.

"You think this is going to keep me from doing what you did?"

"Well, maybe. I'll go get your bikini and you can put it on again."

"That's not gonna cut it Lana." I said, inching towards her as she stood still as a statue, hands still above her head.

"Then do what you have to do." she said, then closed her eyes, obviously hoping I would fall for this. But, she was wrong.

I walked right up to her and reached behind her back, let my hands undo her top and then knelt down and fumbled around with her bikini bottom, rubbing my hands up against her ass as I did, then pulled it down and held them in my hands and smiled at her, "There, now were even."

Lana didn't say a thing. Just stood there naked. Eyes closed and with no expression on her face.

I didn't fall for it and stood there smiling at her, while trying not to be too obvious about staring at those breasts of hers. She still didn't move or say anything. Now this is taking a joke a bit too far.

"Lana. Lana. Come on. Say something." I walked over to her and actually put my hand on her arm to check for a pulse and she was breathing just fine. I knew she was faking or up to something and I wasn't going to let her take advantage of me. Not this time.

"Fine, if you want to stand out here naked all night, be me my guest. Can I take a picture? I think you would make a fine scarecrow."

Still nothing. She sure knew how to play things out to the end.

I decided to try a different approach. I walked back up to her and stood behind her and slowly moved my hands up her tight little tummy and was sure she would stop me before I got too close to her breasts, but as usual, I was wrong.

My hands found her breasts and I wasn't sure what to do next. They felt so good. So soft and smooth and warm. I decided that if she didn't mind me touching them then I wouldn't mind enjoying it either. I was rubbing her nipples almost instinctively and she still hadn't made any motion or sound.

I turned her to face me this time and I leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn't how I ever dreamed about kissing Lana, but I was determined to get her to react to something I did here no matter what it took.

Her lips were the softest things I had ever felt in my life.

"Your not a very good kisser are you Lana?" I walked away from her and headed back up to the tent, still naked and enjoying how the breeze felt against my body.

I was just about to kneel down to crawl into the tent when I felt a hand grab my arm and spin me around and there was Lana standing in front of me, also still naked and she pulled me in close and put her hands on my chin and kissed me hard and deep and I couldn't help but kiss her back and this was more like a kiss.

Finally some passion from Lana. And she was a very good kisser. Her lips tasted like cherry, which seemed appropriate really and she was soon sliding her tongue into my mouth and exploring it aggressively.

I did the same and our kiss continued as we made our way back inside the tent and her hands were moving up my back and back down over my ass, then down my legs and back up again.

Her hands felt as soft as her lips, caressing every inch of my body with such tenderness and thoroughness.