Camp Jameson (14 page)

Sara and I both laughed as
everyone joined in and just like that, my slutty escapade that I was trying so
hard to hide became center stage.
Damn.

“It’s all in the tongue,” I said
sitting back down on my log beside the fire.

“Okay, ladies. Sara made up that
last game just to see Aria squirm. How about some real Truth or Dare,” Sienna
said. “Sara, since you’re sitting to my right, you first. Other than here,
where is the kinkiest place you’ve ever had sex?”

Sara took a second and
contemplated the question and then she blurted out so matter-of-factly, “In
Aria’s bedroom, on her bed.”

“What?” I said as everyone started
laughing 
uncontrollably.

“Well, since we’re all telling
the truth here tonight,” Sara said as she shrugged her shoulders at me causing
everyone to laugh even harder, “Remember a couple weeks ago when you thought
your bed was a little sticky? Yea, that was us,” she joked. Everyone laughed
harder. Our group was definitely the rowdiest and most animated among the
campfires.

“Oh, that is so gross!” I said.

“What’s the difference if the
cum was in your mouth or on your sheets?” Sara asked. The laughter roared on. I
knew she was kidding but my face still reddened in the glow of the fire.

“Aria, it’s your turn. Truth…who
did you think of the first time you masturbated to orgasm? Give us his name,”
Sienna said grinning.

I laughed aloud for the first
time today. “Colt.” I just smiled at Sara. “Like Amber said, he’s hot.”

“I know,” Sara leaned in and
giggled with the others and me.

“That was when you had your
first orgasm? Oh, you poor thing,” Caitlyn snickered.

“What-evs,” I said, batting my
eyes toward Caitlyn.
I never would admit this to anyone but there were times
I would hear Colt and Sara going at it for hours in our apartment that we
shared and I would get so turned on. I would imagine Colt was making love to me
instead. He was a machine and they would go for hours on end. I would hear them
cry out with orgasm after orgasm. I could even tell when they were getting
close to climax. Then I would slip my hand down into my panties and build up
with them. Sadly, I had to pleasure myself while Colt rocked Sara’s world but
the fantasy in my head made me feel less pathetic.
After all our laughter
died down we continued the game.

“Okay, here’s a question for
everyone. Did anyone else here masturbate to Colt?” Sienna asked.

“Yes,” everyone chimed in. Sara
beamed at all of us. We laughed until it was getting hard to breathe. At least
I wasn’t alone in my desire.

“Another truth, has anyone
masturbated to the steamy Avery Jameson?” Sienna said, raising an eyebrow to
everyone. Everyone erupted into laughter and giggles. “I’ll take that as a
yes,” she chuckled.

“Oh, one more Truth question for
you, Aria. How embarrassed were you when you yelled ‘Spill it Cox’ during the meet
and greet?” Sienna asked.

“Mortified, “ I said having just
finished my sixth beer. This only seemed to make Caitlyn laugh.

“I heard that Avery is wild in
bed. A regular ol’ steam engine,” Caitlyn said. “They say he designed the
Sybian himself and that the cock on the machine is an exact latex replica of
his,” Caitlyn added. She had a raw timbre about her voice like when someone
scrapes their fork across a plate.

“He can seduce me anytime,”
Amber said. Amber had silky ebony hair, with big dark eyes, pouty lips, and
olive skin.
And there it was. Everybody wanted Avery.
He was such a
player. He built this camp for his own personal playground.

“I think I would die and go to
heaven,” Caitlyn’s voice purred. But to me it sounded like a cat crying out in
a bathtub.

I stared at the crackling flame,
watching it devour every piece of wood. Its coals were red hot. Embers were
trailing into the night sky. I lifted my head in the direction of Avery’s
cocktail hour and in that moment I couldn’t help myself, I was wondering if he
thought about earlier today.
Probably not
, my subconscious sneered.

“Could you imagine having sex
with that man? He’s a god. Ugh, I’m wet just thinking about him,” Caitlyn
pressed on.
Okay Caitlyn, you made your point. You’re a whore.

“I know, right,” Maya trilled.
Maya was tall and had a dark pixie haircut and dark brown eyes. Her ears were
pierced three times and a she wore a hoop in her upper right part of her ear. I
could see a tattoo on her right shoulder but it was too dark to make it out. I
thought back to the tattoo on Travis’ chest.
He must really love Maya
, I
thought.

“I would love to have the chance
to rock his world,” the bartender named Kim said. Kim was petite and pencil
thin. Her natural color was dishwater blonde but she wore it with highlights.

I looked to Sienna to see a
small smile move to her lips. I wondered if she had ever succumbed to the ways
of Avery Jameson. The thought of Avery’s closeness on the four-wheeler and how
I wanted him to devour me seemed to suffocate me. My wicked thoughts were
doused in ice water as I remembered how quickly he rejected me. I couldn’t take
anymore at that point. Before I knew it, I was on my feet and frowning.

“Aria, what’s wrong?” Sara and
Sienna both asked.

“I gotta pee,” I lied. Well, it
really wasn’t a lie. I really did have to pee. I started to head in toward the
restroom when I ran directly into Caitlyn. In my drunken state, I lost balance
again and hit the ground.

“Oh sorry,” she exclaimed. “Here
let me help you up.” I could tell her pleasantry was fake but I reached out a
hand and she yanked me up. “I’m heading into the restroom. You’ll have to wait
your turn,” she said.

“I can’t,” I exclaimed. “I
really have to go!”

“Just go out there on the lawn,”
she said. “It’s pitch black out. No one will see you. Just step out there
twenty yards or so.” Then she turned and ran toward the Main House.

“Why don’t you?” I hollered
after her.

“I had really spicy Mexican
earlier,” she exclaimed as she hurried away.
Great, I don’t wanna go in
there after that anyway.

“Just go over there and hurry
back,” Sara said.

I shrugged. Sara knew there have
been many drunken nights, more so in high school than in college, that we were
too drunk to make it to the bathroom so we squatted in the middle of the woods.
I snagged a napkin beside the bag of hotdogs and buns that Sara brought and
headed toward the dark middle of the courtyard.

The back lawn was very large, at
least the length of several football fields and about as wide. I stumbled away
from the campfires and still farther away from the lodge where it became
extremely dark.

My head buzzed from the alcohol
and I took in the sound of the frogs and crickets singing to the hot humid June
night. The party up on the second floor terrace was really humming.
God, I
loved this place.
I hadn’t lied when I told Avery that it felt like home.

I came upon a spot that I
thought was far enough away. The moonless night helped me feel more at ease.
The lodge glowed beautifully but the darkness shielded me perfectly. I couldn’t
wait any longer so I unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my knees and
squatted in the grass.

I really loved the outdoors. The
seclusion of darkness and nature, it made it liberating in so many ways. That was
what I was thinking when someone hit the lights and the courtyard lit up bright
white like a playoff game at Cleveland Indians Stadium.

Have you ever been driving
down the road when a poor little defenseless animal just sits in the middle of
the road looking surprised as hell that someone is there, when in fact, it was
perfectly happy to be going about its own business in the dark all by itself.
Well, that was me; the deer in headlights, the poor raccoon, or maybe even the
possum.
There I was with my pants around my ankles in mid-stream flashing
the whole camp. The bright lights running along the entire length of the lawn
illuminated everything including me. I’m sure the whites of my eyes were
clearly visible for miles as I squatted in the middle of it.

It was then I realized I really
hadn’t wandered that far at all. Here I was on full display to everyone looking
out the back to the courtyard, including Avery. Everything stopped. The music
stopped. The crickets stopped, and even the frogs. The DJ on the second floor
balcony even pulled the record. At first, it was still, so very quiet. It was
sadly beautiful, but then it came. It started out so distant but it quickly
grew like a small wave breaking against a rocky shore but this one grew into a
tidal wave. The laughter rose like a thunderous tsunami until it reached my
ears. The entire camp roared. All the Cubs stood overlooking the balcony
laughing at me joining the chorus of Kittens crowded along the fire pits. I’m
pretty sure someone even whistled. I was right smack in the middle of the
courtyard for the entire camp to see.

At that very moment, I was
praying to God, like that poor defenseless animal that someone would knock me
out and put me out of my misery. But then my subconscious reared up and
reminded me,
you’d just be a knocked out drunk with her pants pulled down
around her ankles.
So, I did what any sensible drunk would do; I hurried to
pull my pants up, I lowered my head, and ran like hell.

DAY FOUR:

THURSDAY LATE NIGHT

HERE BUNNY, BUNNY

T
he
laughter echoed throughout the camp as I pushed quickly through the bushes that
lay off to the side of the great back lawn.
Why was I too lazy to walk to
the bushes? Other people were sneaking into them to piss when the restroom was
busy. I should have, too. God, I was such an idiot. That’s what I get for being
stupid and not going inside the Main Lodge to pee, I could always count on my
fucking head to tell me what I did wrong. Well guess what? Everyone just caught
you peeing in the middle of the lawn,
my subconscious sneered.

I clenched my fists and ran
toward my cabin. I didn’t want to be alone. But I couldn’t go back to the fire,
certainly not now after the most embarrassing moment of my life. I slammed the
door of our cabin hoping it would diffuse some of my frustration. Then
abruptly, I strode to my bedroom determined to pack my things and find someway
out of this hell. I was sure that if I started hiking west through the woods
I’d come out on a road eventually. I didn’t care if I had to walk all the way back
to Ohio. I was out of here.

The door opened behind me and
Sara stepped toward me. I just turned my head into her shoulder and cried. I
could feel her try to sooth me, but I could feel her tension even more. I
pulled away and looked up at her. Sara was beyond pissed. There were only two
times since I knew Sara that she had been this angry. The one was when she
caught Jake cheating. The second was when Nate Gregor took my virginity and
tossed me away like a piece of trash. This was number three and she was
furious.

“What is it?” I looked back at
Sara.

“After the lights mysteriously
lit up the lawn like a football stadium guess who came back laughing her ass
off and gloating that she felt like giving you the spotlight tonight,” Sara
said through clenched teeth.

“That bitch!” I seethed. “I’m
going to find her and kick her fucking pretty girl ass,” I said, heading
towards the door.

“Wait! We have to deal with this
by more sinister means,” Sara said. “But not in a way that will get us kicked
out. I want to see her suffer publicly. We need to humiliate her in a more
dignified manner and knock her out of that ivory tower and it’s going to take
some thinking. We have to study her and find out what makes her tick then use
that to embarrass her. But first I have an idea to get things started in the
right direction. Think of it as an appetizer. Wait here a moment.” Sara turned
on her heel and headed toward her bedroom.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back,” Sara
replied. She disappeared into her bedroom and in few minutes she returned
clutching a brown paper bag. I looked at her quizzically. “Come with me,” Sara
said.

I followed her out the rear
sliding door and down the steps of our back deck. Sara scanned the area looking
around to make sure no one saw us. Then we headed across the back lawns and
decks at the rear of the cabins, paying attention to remain covered in the
shadows hidden from any pathway lights.

The new moon made it extremely
dark and we moved easily undetected toward Caitlyn’s cabin. Once on the back
deck, Sara dug in her pocket and pulled out two slim metal pins. Actually, they
were bigger than pins but much thinner than pencils. Sara handed me the bag as
she knelt down and started working the two rods into the keyhole, picking the
lock. My eyes widened.

“I didn’t know you knew how to
do that,” I said. The door popped open and Sara smiled proudly at me and stood.

“Who do you think broke in and
stole that Chem final our senior year.”

I gaped at her. “That was you?”

“Later. I need you to focus,
Aria.” She stepped into the cabin and checked to make sure we were alone. I was
sweating bullets. I had never done anything like this. My stomach was doing
somersaults. An owl screeched outside and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I
sucked in a deep breath trying to calm myself down. I didn’t know what Sara was
up to.
What the hell was in that bag?

I followed Sara into one of the
rooms as she opened up the closet. She shook her head. That must have been
Kennedy’s, her roommate’s, room. We ducked out of the room and moved across the
living room to the other bedroom. The layout was exactly like ours except the
color scheme was beige and burgundy.

Sara moved to the closet, bent
down, and pulled out a black pair of Jimmy Choo’s. She squinted at the shoe
size and smiled valiantly.
What the hell was she going to do with an
overpriced pair of designer shoes?

Sara set the bag down in front
of her and pulled out an identical pair. She quickly swapped them out and
closed the closet door.

“This will be a good opening
salvo. Now come on, let’s get out of here,” she whispered.

We were halfway to the front
door when we heard the voices outside the door coming down the walkway. It was
Caitlyn and she had someone with her. Sara gripped my hand and pulled me toward
the back sliding door, but before we could get there the front door started
opening. We quickly reached for the hall closet. We both dove inside and
miraculously Sara was able to get the door closed as I fumbled to catch the
sweeper from falling over and crashing into the wall. I righted the sweeper
back to its standing position and breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close.

I turned slowly, rubbing against
Sara but making sure I didn’t bump anything else in the process. Sara cracked
the door and peeked through. The space was not more than an inch but
surprisingly we had a decent view of the living room. The lamp burst on and I
could see Caitlyn guiding an older man to the couch. She leaned forward,
grabbed his chin and kissed him roughly on the mouth. The Spanish man smiled
widely up at her.

“Wait here, Rodriguez. I have
something very special for you,” Caitlyn’s snarly voice said. Rodriguez was one
of the gardeners at camp
.
He was somewhat short with balding peppered
black and gray hair with a belly that looked like it encased a bowling ball. It
hung bubbling over his belt like it was its own country. I passed by him often
when I was out for a run or heading to class.

Rodriguez shifted in his seat in
anticipation and when Caitlyn turned away he quickly adjusted himself.
Yuck.
How could he be turned on by this woman?

Sara let the door creak open and
took a step forward but then quickly snapped back. Rodriguez was too close to
us. We couldn’t sneak out without being seen.
Damn it. I was going to kill
Sara for this.
I took a step forward to follow but when Sara jumped
backwards I slammed into Sara’s back. My feet tumbled over the sweeper and I
stubbed my toe. I threw my hand over my mouth to try to silence my outburst.

“Shhh,” Sara whispered.
Damn
that hurt.

Caitlyn returned to the living
room wearing a black see-through teddy and carrying a large beige nylon bag and
handed it to Rodriguez. “Go put this on and meet me back here. Hurry, I’ll get
us some shots of Patron.” He nodded and stood. He disappeared into her room and
Caitlyn turned toward the kitchen.
Shit.
We still didn’t have a chance
to bolt free. The kitchen and living room were wide-open layouts and both Sara
and I could easily see her and she could see us if we tried to move. I was afraid
we’d be here for a while.

“What are we going to do?” I
whispered to Sara.

“We’ll wait them out. They can’t
go all night, can they?”

I scowled at her.
God, I hope
not. Why couldn’t they go back to her bedroom? Why did she have to make such a
show of all this?

Then I realized whom I was
talking about. Caitlyn made a show of everything. She probably wanted her
roommate to come home and join them. We both peered through the crack of the
door as we heard bobbling from the other room. Whatever he was doing in there
sounded like a lot of effort. I’m not sure what was happening in there but it
sounded like he fell over.

Finally, the doorknob jiggled
and turned and out walked Rodriguez in a large white furry bunny costume.
Caitlyn stepped back into the living room carrying two shots with her and not
looking like anything out of the ordinary was happening. Meanwhile, in the tiny
flyspeck closet both Sara’s and my eyes were so wide we could have passed for
owls.

“Sit,” she commanded to her
bunny fellow, setting down the shots on the end table beside the couch.
Rodriguez, in his full bunny suit, sat in the middle of the couch. Caitlyn
downed her shot then straddled the gardener and started grinding on him.

“Oh my god, I know what this is.
She’s a furry!” Sara whispered. A
furry what…rabbit?

I didn’t know what she meant.
So, I peered around Sara to see Caitlyn reaching into his crotch and pulling
out Rodriguez’s penis or rather it looked like a penis but much smaller. I
fought back my snicker at Caitlyn’s grimace as she continued to use her thumb
and index finger to stroke him. She was having a hard time pulling on his
little wee willie and trying not to bump into his belly with her hand as she
stroked him. Then she started getting angry as her little fingers started
pumping really fast like the piston of an old Chevy.

Rodriguez winced in pain from
her rough hands...er…fingers but then he wrapped his hands around her waist and
drew her near. He moved Caitlyn on his lap as she groped his tiny tent pole
trying to get it inside of her. They fumbled and bounced as she tried
everything to get him inside her. It was so bizarre. His petite penis, soccer
sized bulbous belly, and furry rabbit costume were all working efficiently to
keep his winky from entering her cold cut combo.

Several more tries and a moan
later and Rodriguez was cuming all over Caitlyn’s very expensive manicured
hands.

Sara smothered her giggle and I
could feel her tense up in front of me. I was so close to losing it that I
thrust my hand in my mouth and bit down. It really hurt but it was worth it for
this show. Suddenly, I felt so much better.

“Get out,” Caitlyn barked at
Rodriguez as he pulled off the head to the bunny costume.

“I’m sorry, Senorita,” he
apologized.

“I said. Get. Out.”

Rodriguez quickly jumped up and
changed back into his clothes and in record time he was flying out the door.

Caitlyn flipped the light off,
stormed back to her bedroom and slammed her door so loud that the walls shook
slightly.

I could hear the sound of the
shower stirring. Sara grabbed my hand and pulled me to the back sliding glass
door. We stumbled onto the patio barely containing our laughter. Sara and I
took off toward our cabin. As soon as we were a hundred yards or so from
Caitlyn’s we fell into a fit of giggles and both fell to the ground rolling over
and over covering ourselves in dirt and leaves as we laughed hysterically.

“What’s a furry?” I said as I
tried to catch my breath enough to form the words.

“You just saw it first hand. He
was going to fuck her with the bunny suit on.”

We laughed even harder then as I
paused catching my breath. “Why did you switch out her shoes?”

“You’ll see tomorrow night at
the theme party. Come on,” Sara said as she rose to her feet. “First things
first, you need wine and a hot bubble bath.” I smiled as we headed back to our
cabin.