Camp Jameson (24 page)

“Ok, I just have to ask. Why
does everyone care so much?” I said.

“I don’t,” Caitlyn snipped.

I ignored her and looked to Sean
for his reply, but it was Pierce that answered.

“Your innocence is very sweet.
It’s like honey to a bear. You indulge in it until you are submerged head to
toe and left quivering from exhaustion. That’s the only way you can tame the
monster.”

I blinked in shock at his words.
Oh my!
My arousal quickly fell as his words sunk in.
Left quivering
from exhaustion.
The memory of my unmentionable night with Avery at the
Ball flooded to the forefront of my mind.
It was too similar.

My eyes searched Pierce’s eyes
for an answer to the question that rose to the front of my mind.
Did he
know?

He smirked and winked at me.
Fuck.
Of course he knew. He was Avery’s brother and he was there to witness our
argument during bungee jumping. The feelings of that evening only brought back
my anger about how naive I’d been.
Pierce probably wanted his turn.

I shifted in my chair as my hand
tilted my glass back and I took a big gulp of wine and emptied my glass. That
was my only escape.

“Need a refill?” Ethan said to
me, holding out his hand for my glass.

“Yes, thank you,” I replied. Our
hands brushed and I glanced up to his eyes. They were kind. I smiled softly and
gave him my glass. Ethan was so nice. He hadn’t pushed me away yet, so there
was hope. Maybe he could help keep my mind off Avery. I was so tired of being
played. If I knew what to expect in a relationship it would be much easier.
Just sex. I could do that. I smiled to myself. Ethan interrupted my internal
monologue with a full glass of wine. He held up his beer to me in our own
private moment. His eyes were soft brown and he had dark hair. He could pass
for Avery’s brother but I bet he could make me forget all about Mr. Jameson. I
quickly decided I wouldn’t let Avery hurt me anymore.

“Penny for your thoughts,” Ethan
said, leaning in toward me.

“I’ll give you a thousand
pennies if I don’t have to answer that,” I quipped. I glanced over the fire to
see Pierce’s eyes boring down on me. Caitlyn giggled and flirted with him but
he wasn’t looking at her. He was listening intently to my conversation.

“Pierce, you and Avery could be
twins. I love the highlights. They make you look sexy,” Caitlyn’s prickly voice
rang out amongst us. Pierce grimaced.

I closed my eyes, trying to get
the image of Avery’s face from my mind, then looked to the flames in front of
me.

“Don’t feel like talking?” Ethan
asked.

I shook my head and tightened my
hand around my glass.

“So, let’s get drunk,” Ethan
said.

“Sounds wonderful,” I replied,
not looking up at him. I felt myself loosen up immediately. There was no
pressure with Ethan. He was so laid back.

I took another sip of my wine,
hoping that the alcohol would make me forget Avery. Deep down in my heart I
knew that I never would. He was already a part of my being. I had given myself
to him from the very first day of camp. He just didn’t know it. So, I took
another sip of my wine and told myself that I needed to let him go. He was
never mine for the taking. I inwardly chastised myself for being a fool and for
thinking that I could fall in love in a place like this.

“How do you like your classes?”
I asked. I had to think about something else before my anger got the best of
me.

“This place is awesome. I never
could have imagined anything like it.” Ethan cleared his throat. “I’d like to
take you into a room sometime. The offer is always open.”

“I’d like that,” I said, before
I could stop myself. I saw Ethan visually relax next to me. He was just as
nervous about asking me as I was in accepting.

“Maybe Wednesday?” he asked.

“We’ll see…I’d say there’s a
good chance,” I replied.

Caitlyn scoffed and rose to her
feet and stomped in front of Ethan.

“You’d go in a room with her but
not me?” she barked to him. Ethan nervously ran his hand through his hair.

“Mind your own business,
Caitlyn,” Pierce answered, witnessing the entire exchange.

Caitlyn looked back at Ethan. “I
don’t believe this. I’ve been asking you for two weeks and you said you weren’t
ready.”

“I said I wasn’t interested. You
heard what you wanted to hear, Caitlyn,” he sighed. Caitlyn turned on her heels
and stormed away.

“What is it with that girl? Can
everybody just get over her already? She’s not even that pretty. She’s lanky
like a hotdog, I mean really, who wants to fuck a hotdog?” Ethan asked.

We all snickered as we watched
Caitlyn leave. She just kept yelling to herself as she disappeared into the
darkness.
Just great,
I thought. I didn’t need another reason for
Caitlyn to be mad at me.

“What the hell was that about?”
Colt asked, stepping out of Sienna’s back patio door and putting his shirt on.
Sara was in front of him looking at me with curious eyes, but her body screamed
sex and satisfaction.

“Caitlyn,” we all managed to say
in unison. Laughter rang out amongst the back patio and we quickly fell into
comfortable chitchat.

A few hours later, and countless
bottles of wine and beers between us, we finally said our goodbyes and
dispersed for the night.

Back at the cabin, I crawled
into bed and slipped under the covers. I drank more than I intended, but I was
so relaxed and my mind was at ease, so it didn’t take long for me to fall deep
asleep.

∞∞∞

The piercing sound of an air
horn beside my bed jolted me from my sleep. I screamed out in surprise. My eyes
snapped open to a large costumed bunny head that was staring at me only inches
from my face.

“Aaahhh!” I screamed again. I
jerked about like a freshly caught flounder slipping through a fat kids’ greasy
hands. A blood-curdling scream erupted from my lungs again as I convulsed and
rolled to the other side of the bed onto fiery pinching and snapping on my
body.
Snap! Snap! Snap! Pinch
.

“Owww!” I screamed, then rolled
off the bed and hit the floor with a loud BWWUUMP! And suddenly the room burst
alive with great thunderous noise that burned against my skin as it sounded.
The pain pinched my bare legs, through my panties and tiny white t-shirt at a
rapid firing pace. It took the breath right out of me.
Snap! Pinch. Snap!
Snap! Snap! Pinch, pinch, pinch. Snap!

“Owwwwww!”
Pain, pain, and
more pain!
I struggled to turn over but everything happened so fast.
Pinch.
Pinch. Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!
“Owwwww!”

“Sara!” I screamed out. “Owwww!”

The bunny person ran into the
living room and out of the back patio door.
Snap! Snap! Snap!

“Owww!” I reached my hand out
and gripped something small and rectangular from underneath my right hip. I
brought it up to see what it was.
Snap, Snap, Snap!

“Mousetraps! Mother fucking
mousetraps!” I yelled.
Snap. Snap.
“Owww! Jesus!” The more I moved the
more they snapped.
Snap. Snap.

“Oww! Fuck!” There were
hundreds, maybe a thousand of them.
Snap. Snap.

“Owwww! Where do you get this
many fucking mousetraps?”
Snap. Snap. Snap. Snap.

“Owwwwww!”

Sara came storming into my room
with wild bed head and broad eyes of a deer in headlights, trying to figure out
what all the noise was. Her mouth dropped open.

“What is going on in here? Who
filled your fucking room with mousetraps?” Sara asked in a fevered pitch.

“I’ll give you one good goddamn
guess who!” I seethed at the very top of my lungs.
Snap! Snap! Pinch. Snap!

“Owwww!” I squealed.

The traps went mostly silent and
I was finally able to sit forward. Red blotchy marks filled my entire body.
Every so often, you’d hear a singular
Snap!

Sara reached out, and
helped me to my feet. We both turned and looked at the widespread layer of
mousetraps beside my bed.

“That bitch is going down!” we
said in unison.

DAY SEVENTEEN:

WEDNESDAY NIGHT

NAUGHT SECRETARY
THEME PARTY

“
I
just finished my third year of Law School at Berkeley. That’s all my life has
been for three years. Being here is a nice change,” Ethan said.

I was getting comfortable with
Ethan over the last few days. It was the Wednesday night Naughty Secretary
Theme Party. We were the last ones sitting at the table. The music was pumping
through me and I had to admit the atmosphere was intoxicating. Everyone was
getting very drunk. I filled Ethan in on last night’s prank and explained why I
had so many red welts and bruises. Makeup just couldn’t cover them all. I
looked like a red felt pen.

I really liked naughty secretary
night. I wore a short black lycra skirt and tight white blouse unbuttoned
enough to show a very generous amount of cleavage. My stockings were thigh
highs but I opted not to go with a garter belt as the stockings stayed up
nicely without any help. As always, my black platform heels and thin librarian
glasses rounded out my look. I took a sip of my Jameson and Diet Coke then
licked my lips. Ethan’s eyes darkened and I noticed he was staring at my lips.

“What?” I inquired. He chuckled.

“What’s it going to take for you
to put that beautiful mouth on me?”

I giggled as he stood from his
chair and pulled me up towards him. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on my
lips. I returned his kiss gratefully.

“Let’s go,” he urged. Before I
knew it, he was leading me down the hall toward our own room.

He brought me in and slammed the
door shut with his foot, locked the door, and tossed me onto the bed. He
slipped off his shirt and laid over me.

“You are the most beautiful
woman I have ever laid eyes on. Let me fuck you, Aria,” he said, waiting for my
approval. I grinned and nodded.

His lips rushed to mine and we
both let out an urgent breath. He stripped me from my blouse, bra, and panties
and trailed his rough hands over my skin. I closed my eyes and let him devour
me with his lips. My heart pounded in heavy rhythm beneath my chest. My hands
found the button of his dress pants and I quickly undid them. He slid them away
and urgently returned to heavy kisses against my neck and down my body. His
stubble grazed across my navel as he made his way downward.

He trailed kisses down my thigh
and up as his knee forced my legs apart. My hips moved upward in

anticipation. My body hummed with desire as his tongue found my red
velvet canyon. He let out a guttural groan and his tongue went to work tasting
me. Apparently, he loved how I tasted and I loved how our bodies craved one
another. Lusting after each other but nothing more, this wasn’t emotional. This
was lust and I loved it.

I was so close to climax when he
flipped me over, smacked my ass and took me from behind. I let out a loud moan
as he buried deep inside me. He was inexorable in his quest to feel every inch
of my insides.

I came quickly the first time
but he didn’t stop and let me fall limp around him; he pushed me further, and
harder.

He brought me back up onto his
lap and slowed his pace. I was sitting back against his legs when he reached
around and began circling my clit. I threw my head against his muscular chest
and let him take me.

We pulsed into each other. He
was deep inside me and very intimate. He planted soft kisses against my temple
as my legs stiffened. His hot breath beat against my neck. His body wrapped
itself around me from behind. All I could feel was him sliding in then out, but
that was all I wanted.

Our bodies were glistening in
sweat. He pressed one hand against my lower stomach and pulled me tighter
against him. I was lost in him, but he was found in me, as he ground slowly in
and out of me for what seemed like an exquisite eternity.

His fingers refused to yield
against my clit. My body exploded around him and he thrust into me three more
times and let himself go. We crumbled to the sheets in coital bliss. He pulled
me against his chest as we both desperately tried to catch our breaths. He
kissed my forehead.

“That was well worth the wait,”
he panted. “I’m in awe of your body, sweet girl.” He ran his hands over my breast
and down over my buttocks.

I smiled at his compliment and
let my eyes close for a few minutes, until I felt him hardening against me. I
smirked up at him.
Round two.

∞∞∞

A few hours afterwards,
exhausted and barely able to stand we dressed inside our bedroom of
inclination. Ethan then went to the bar to get a drink and I stayed in the
bedroom a few extra minutes to freshen up and reapply some much-needed makeup
and fix my hair. I was looking a bit haggard with my hair mussed and makeup
smeared.

After I finished my
transformation from the beast back into beauty, I stepped out of the bedroom to
make my way down the hall to go find Sara. I never got the chance to tell her where
Ethan and I headed off to and I didn’t want her to worry.

“There’s little Miss Popular.
Have fun with Ethan?” Nate stepped in front of me blocking my exit. I stepped
back against the wall to distance myself.

“You were in there a long time,
Aria. Did he satisfy you? Did he finally make you forget about me?”

“You are such an asshole, Nate!”
I said as my voice starting edging higher.

“I bet you like it rough don’t
you. Ethan’s known for tossing girls around in bed. If I’d had known you liked
that sort of thing maybe I would have kept you around longer,” he said, rubbing
his hard shaft against my pelvis. I pushed him away with my hands.

“Fuck off, Nate,” Sara’s voice
called out from down the hall as she headed my way helping me distance myself
from him even further.

I glanced to movement in the
doorway behind him. Caitlyn was there, leaning in the doorjamb, watching the
whole thing. I scowled at her, thinking of those fucking mousetraps she left
for me in my bed this morning. I clenched my fists at my side and took a step
forward toward her to knock that smirk she was wearing off her dumpy horse
face. But Nate quickly stepped in front of me and then stepped back to take
hold of Caitlyn’s hand and both of them snickered with their snakelike grins. I
swear they were both pure evil.
God, I hated them both. Why would you even
come to a camp like this just to be assholes to people?

“See you later, Aria.” His eyes
were cold and my body trembled. There was something off about him. Caitlyn
followed behind Nate, holding his hand. They both deserved each other.

“Fuck you, Nate!” I said. “Maybe
I’ll come slap those grins off both your faces.” When I finally snapped out of
my fury, Sara was holding me back by the arms and trying to calm me down.

“Let it go. She’ll get hers.
That’s a promise,” Sara said through clenched teeth. She was fighting this as
much as I was.

We walked back toward the main
ballroom when laughter broke out all around the hall. Everyone gathered around
the multiple TV screens that lined the entire room, watching something
attentively.

“Nice bed head, Aria,” Kennedy
snickered.

My mouth dropped open as I
noticed I was in my bed as someone filmed me from my bedroom window.

I watched as the bunny, who was
clearly female, leaned forward and put her face right next to mine and blew the
air horn point blank in my face causing me to startle awake and roll off the
bed onto those fucking mousetraps. I could see them snapping away and me
screaming for Sara.

Laughter filled the great hall
as the bunny scurried away but not before someone else grabbed the camera.

I couldn’t look away. It was
like a bad car accident, only I was the intended victim, and I knew the
outcome. My face reddened as the laughter grew with the finger pointing. Now I
was the mousetrap girl.
Great, another nickname,
I thought.

The recording was looped because
it began all over again. The laughter rose louder each time it started over,
but then suddenly the monitor went dead as I turned to see Avery with the
remote in his hand.

“Aria,” he said with deep
concern in his voice. “Tell me who did this.”

I shook my head at him and
barreled my way through the hall. I pushed past Ethan, who was heading back
with a drink for me, as tears of anger were falling from my eyes before I could
stop them.

Avery was the last person in
this world I wanted to deal with right now.
I could feel both Ethan’s and
Avery’s eyes follow me out of the ballroom and into the warm night.