Camp Jameson (27 page)

“You’re just as stubborn as he
is. I won’t tell you Avery’s whole story because it’s not mine to tell. But he
was shattered. I had to pull him from the depths of despair and help him pick
up the pieces. He’s been running from his past for six
fucking
years.
That’s what he does, Aria. He creates fantasies and lets the people around him
fulfill them. That was the only way that he could recover. That’s all he knows.
He needs you to show him what is real. That you’re the real thing.”

I sat down beside him gaping.
Avery acted like he hated me. I was so confused.

“I’ve never seen him like this.
He’s never taken a woman to our private spot up on the bridge. He’s never gone
to anyone’s classes to watch them. He’s never offered a trip to Maui. He just
doesn’t do that.” He sighed, reigning in his emotions. “I know you don’t
understand because you haven’t known him very long, but I can see it. I see how
you’ve changed him. He told me about the night you had together,” he stopped
for a minute then chuckled sarcastically. “And that song at your birthday
party. All I can say is… wow!” His eyes fell serious. “He was drawn to you.
I’ve seen the way he smiles when you walk in the room. There’s a light in his
eyes now that he’s met you. He tries to hide it. But I can see it.” Pierce
turned my face to look at him. “I am here confessing
his
undying love
for you because… because he can’t break through the wall he’s built so high
around his heart. But you can, don’t you see… you’re the one that can.”

Tears filled my eyes and I
quickly brushed them away. I stood and stepped closer to the water’s edge.

“He crushed my heart that night.
I don’t know if I can come back from that. You saw how we fought when we went
bungee jumping.”

“I saw more passion in him that
day then I’ve ever seen. If you don’t fight for him now, then you’ll lose him
forever. Think about that, Aria. Can you really leave this place knowing that
you didn’t try your hardest to be with him? That you didn’t do all you could.
To say to him that you’re the girl he’s been waiting for. That the past is the
past and that it should die with the memories of his lost love and that it’s
time to be reborn…in love.”

I turned my back toward him and
drew my arms around my waist. He stepped in front of me.

“You love him, Aria. I can see
it when you look at him. Go to him. Tell him how you feel.” 
I shook my
head. “I can’t.”
I’m not good enough for him.

Pierce sighed, exasperated. “You
can’t give up on him.”

I crossed my arms.

“You are so stubborn. Christ, Aria,
he threw you a birthday party the instant Sara told him it was your birthday.
He worked his ass off to put together that barbeque for you. That wasn’t a
normal activity. That was special. If that’s not love then I don’t know what
is.”

“Wait. What?” I said, placing my
hand on his wrist searching for more clarification.

I thought of Sara and Colt and
how I envied the relationship they shared. How they were so open and honest
with each other and here was Pierce telling me that I could have the same
thing. Then I realized what I had to do.

“Let’s go,” I said. I was going
to do it. Go all the way and admit it to the world that I was in love.

“Not until you tell me what I want to hear. Say those magic words out
loud.” Pierce always had a catch.

“Fine,” I sighed heavily. “I’m
in love with him, okay,” I whispered.

He smirked and clapped his hands
together. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hill toward his Swamp Thing
styled club car. It was green and black with a roll bar and mini-mag tires.

“Are you going to tell him what
we did earlier?” he asked when I opened the passenger door.

“Yes,” I said, climbing into the
passenger seat. I wanted to be completely honest with him.

“Oh shit. Then I’m dead,” he
said.

I smirked, waiting for him to
start the engine. “Why did you do it then?”

“I wanted to see what you tasted
like. Besides, it was the only way to relax you enough to listen. It worked
didn’t it?”

I giggled.
He was right. It
was strange to think how much I had changed this past month.

The dust carried behind us as
the cart barreled down the all too familiar road. My stomach twisted in knots
the closer we got to Avery’s cabin. All the lights were on as we pulled into
the drive. I stepped out of the passenger door and walked toward Pierce who was
waiting in the headlights for me to follow. I wobbled on the loose ground in my
black Mary Jane’s and wished I had changed beforehand.

“Careful,” he said, reaching for
my hand to help steady me. I took it, and heard a woman’s giggle as I stepped
toward the front porch.

I heard Avery’s laugh before I
saw him. My eyes focused in the porch light. He was in his boxers with a semi
hard cock poking out of the top, had his arms wrapped around a blonde and was
whispering in her ear. She didn’t have any bottoms on and her ass stuck out
from the bottom of her shirt as it rode up while they kissed. I couldn’t make
out who it was because her face was still covered in shadows. The woman giggled
again and I thought my heart was going to shatter.

As they kissed, I stepped back
and my foot crunched on a branch as it split in half. His eyes locked with
mine, then his gaze fell to me clutching Pierce’s hand. His eyes fell cold.

“Well, well, well. What do we
have here, my brother and my Kitten wandering around together so late at night?
How sweet. Are you two fucking now?” His voice was condescending. There was no
way I was letting him get away with that.

My Kitten?
“You’re a
dick, you know that.” I sounded more confident than I actually was.

“You didn’t complain about my
dick the night of the ball. In fact, if I remember correctly, you were begging
for it.” My mouth fell open.
His comment was so mean.

My hands fell into fists at my
sides. I was going to slap him, then Caitlyn stepped out from the shadows of
the porch wearing nothing but that dress shirt and it was barely buttoned. My
heart sank into the pit of my darkest hour.

“Hi, Aria,” Caitlyn’s
nail-ridden voice trilled. “Avery honey, where did you leave my panties after
you pulled them off with your teeth?”

My lower lip trembled and my
skin prickled. I unknowingly took another step back, twisted my ankle slightly
on a loose rock, and fell backwards into the mud. I sat stunned as I stared at
them. Then Pierce lifted me up by my arms. Caitlyn just snickered.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know you
had company,” I said sarcastically to Avery. “Pierce, get me out of here,” I
gritted between my teeth.

With Pierce’s help, I hopped to
the passenger door as my traitorous heart sought out the little trail that led
to the waterfall behind his house. Tears filled my eyes as Pierce turned around
in the front yard and peeled out of the drive. I let my head fall into my hands
and sobbed quietly. I was too late. I was such a fool to think we had a chance.
I know it wasn’t fair to expect Avery not to be with another woman but he chose
Caitlyn.
Of all people, Caitlyn!

I let my guard down and let
Pierce get my hopes up, and my hopes just crashed to the ground, in one massive
thunderous fireball. The thought of Avery fucking Caitlyn made me sick. She had
just fucked Nate, now she got Avery. It was as if she was following me. It was
so gross.

“Aria, we’re at your cabin.”

His words barely penetrated my
mental meltdown. He shook my shoulder gently. I couldn’t move. I felt lifeless,
depleted, and defeated. He must have realized I didn’t have the strength to
stand. He lifted me from the car and carried me inside.

I barely remember him knocking
on the door. I vaguely remember Sara’s confusion. I scantly remember him
carrying me to my bed and taking off my muddy clothes as my tears and gasps of
breath erupted from my chest.

“I’m so sorry, Aria,” Pierce
mumbled. “I really fucked up. I didn’t mean to expose you to that.”

I buried my head into my pillow
and shut out the world. Avery had broken my heart again. And Caitlyn was winning.

DAY TWENTY-SIX:

FRIDAY MORNING

PIERCE

F
riday
morning came and I still didn’t want to move. I had stayed in bed all day
yesterday and there was still no way I was going to class today. I didn’t want
to rise out of bed, or eat, or see anyone I knew. I still felt sick to my
stomach about what had happened Wednesday night. But somehow, I knew I had to
find the strength to get up. I thought that maybe if I went for a run it would
help me feel better. I was really struggling to understand how I could have let
Pierce talk me into going over there.
I’m so stupid…so stupid.

I dragged myself out of bed and
I put on my lacy bra and panties and covered it over with my long sleeved
t-shirt and running shorts. It had rained most of the night and morning and it
was significantly cooler now. A chill ran up my back as I jogged quietly
reflecting on my argument with Sara yesterday. I wouldn’t tell her what
happened Wednesday night, and I think that was the first time in our
relationship that I didn’t confide in her. I could see the hurt in her eyes but
I couldn’t tell her the truth, not after she warned me to stay away from him.
God,
I was pathetic.
The man crushed me twice and I was still being loyal to
him. Sara would kill him if she found out what Avery had done. Then she’d kill
me for falling for it. I wanted to crumble.

“Aria, wait!” I cringed at the
sound of his voice and kept jogging. I had hoped it was all a nightmare. But
reality bites.

“Aria,” he said again, breathless,
running up to my side.

“Leave me alone, Pierce. What
else do you want to do to me? I don’t want anything more to do with either
Jameson.”

“Ouch. Are we going to need a
safe word here?” he joked. I stopped, crossed my arms, and glared at him.

“One word. Whiskey,” he said.

“I hate to break it to ya, I
will never need a safe word with you because I’m done with both of you. Now
leave me alone,” I snapped.

He ran his hands through his
hair and sighed. “I can understand why you’re bristly over this. Let me try
this again. Whiskey brings out his jackass side and Avery was drinking whiskey
Wednesday night. A lot of it.”

“What makes you think that I
care? He’s stomped on my heart for the last time,” I said.

“Don’t you see…?” he started.

I took a step forward. “No,
don’t
you see? I can’t take anymore. I’m done!” I said.

“You wouldn’t have any way to
know this, but I am telling you, you stubborn woman, that he drinks whiskey
when he’s hurting –
really
hurting.”

“Let me guess, it’s been six years
right?” I said bitterly.

He blinked in surprise. “Well,
yes, actually. How did you know?”

“Because that’s what you always
fucking say!” I spat.

He shook off my insult and
continued. “He probably only allowed Caitlyn to tag along because he got
hammered at the theme party. Which he rarely does, by the way,” he added.

“I don’t care. I’m done with him.
Please just leave me alone.”

He frowned and stepped away from
me, putting his hands in his pockets. I could see his guilt for what happened
Wednesday night. How was he supposed to know that his brother brought another
woman to fuck?
Because that’s what a man like Avery does. He preys on
innocent girls, well in Caitlyn’s case, slutty girls, but he was a player and
was never going to change,
my subconscious sneered.

I shook my head at that thought
then lowered my voice. “Thanks for getting me home safely. But please, just
leave me alone. I can’t do this anymore.”

He nodded politely. “I am so
sorry, Aria. I screwed up everything,” he said, rubbing his hand over my arm.

I glared at him and he dropped
his hand. He turned toward the Main Lodge and I watched him walk away. I felt
eyes on me and turned to see Avery a short distance away. His eyes reflected
what I knew too well, sadness and hurting. I could see he thought Pierce and I
were together. I just didn’t care anymore.

I closed my eyes, turned my back
on him, and started running again. I didn’t get very far when my mind started
processing everything Pierce had told me. Thanks to Pierce, I knew the reasons
why Avery did some of the things he did.

For once in my life, I didn’t
want to feel with my heart anymore, but it was a sad lie I told myself to ebb
the pain. I didn’t want to admit the truth that deep down, my heart only wanted
to find a way back to Avery.

Week Five:

DAY THIRTY-FOUR:

SATURDAY NIGHT

NAUGHTY NURSE THEME
PARTY

W
eek
5 had come and gone and I pretty much just went through the motions the whole
week. My period came this week so it was an easy excuse to keep a low profile
and hide, which I preferred over telling anyone I was depressed about Avery.

Last Saturday I left after
dinner at the Topless Men and Ladies Naughty Nighty Party. I told Sara and Colt
I had really bad cramps and just wanted to go to bed. She knew it was a lie but
didn’t call me out on it. I wasn’t on my period then and I never had severe
cramps before in my life. But then, my visitor came Monday and didn’t leave
until late Thursday, so I stayed in bed most of the week anyway.

Sara kept bringing me food so I
didn’t really have to leave the cabin. We still weren’t really talking but she
didn’t press the issue. We still hadn’t spoken about what had me so upset that
night Pierce had to carry me in the house and put me to bed. And I never
brought it up. She’d been watching me closer, making sure I was all right but
she never asked. She knew I would tell her eventually. I had to work through it
on my own.
I just had to.

Wednesday’s Theme party was a
Wet & Wild. I made the effort to go but I didn’t stay very long. I didn’t
even make it to dinner.
Why did this have to be so hard?

Ethan and Wren were my saving
grace in more ways than one. They were always there if I needed them. One would
stop by to visit me, then the other would come by later. Sometimes they both
dropped in at the same time. They could tell I was upset but they never asked
me to talk about it. Instead, they did what they could to induce laughter and
cheer me up. Sometimes it worked but never for very long.

It was Thursday afternoon when a
thick mist settled over the camp and drowned the day in grey dreariness. It was
a day made for staying in bed when their familiar knock hammered against the
bedroom threshold as they had begun letting themselves in.

“What’s up suggie-pop?” Wren
said, plopping down on the bed beside me.

Ethan sat towards my feet. My
hair was pulled back into a loose bun and I couldn’t help but feel
self-conscious with two hot guys sitting next to me. Both were wide-eyed and
bushy-tailed and I couldn’t help share in the excitement and energy that was
pooling off of them in waves. I smiled warmly up at them as they broke into
their cheer me up routine.

“Did I ever tell you about my
first day at camp?” Wren asked. I shook my head.

“I was wandering lost through
the woods for days…”

“You just said it was the first
day of camp, idiot,” Ethan reminded him.

I couldn’t hold back my laughter
at their exchange. Ethan and Wren were sharing this sexual experience together
and I couldn’t help but be envious of their closeness. I felt alone at times
and wondered how I was going to make it through to the end of camp.

“Okay, so it was more like a few
hours. Let me start over.” Wren cleared his throat and began again. I giggled.

“You really suck at story
telling,” Ethan chided. I laughed aloud.
I was just thinking the same thing.

“So, I was wandering through the
woods for what seemed like hours on a hot and humid summer day…”

“Yea. Lost was more like it.
This guy here couldn’t find his way around this place with a compass,” Ethan
interrupted him again.

“Shut the fuck up. This is my
story, dude,” Wren spouted.

Ethan and I snickered. “Did you
just say dude?” Ethan teased. Wren ignored his brother and went back to the
story.

“When I came across this tall
wooden booth. Probably about eight feet tall and wider than a car, and inside
this booth was a wall separating it from another booth…”

Ethan sighed heavily. “Just get
to the point. It was a glory hole booth. Aria, you know what that is right?”

I nodded. There were several
located like small cabins on the trails throughout the camp.

Ethan continued, “There, that
should cover anymore confusion. You don’t need the blueprints or how many damn
nails each board had in it. Unless you got a damn splinter from sticking your
penis in the hole then we don’t care what it looked like. Just tell us what
happened.”

“Fuck off, dude,” Wren said.
“It’s my goddamn story. And besides, women like the details.” Ethan and I both
chuckled.

Wren ran his hand over the back
of his neck and shifted next to me on the bed. He reached over and grabbed my hand
in a melodramatic fashion.

“Oh, Aria. It was the most awful
thing ever,” he said with a southern drawl.

“She knows we’re from
California, not West Virginia, dumbass,” Ethan said. “You can’t just pluck a
twang accent from the air like you’re Mark Twain. And it couldn’t have been
that awful; you’ve been talking about it almost every day since then,” Ethan
added.

“But it wasn’t at first, and it
wasn’t Aria’s sweet mouth on me so for the sake of my story, it
was
awful,” Wren winked at me and continued on. “So, I stuck my wrinkle-beast
through this padded hole and I felt her warm tongue run down over my shaft. I
was in heaven until she glazed it with her teeth and as I tried to pull back to
escape her my crank was too big to slip out. Aria, you’ve seen it. You know!”
Wren said raising his voice but his eyes held a wicked gleam. “There I was,
trying with all my might to get my hedgehog out of the hole and she’s chomping
down on me like I’m a fucking hotdog.” Ethan sighed loudly.

“You mean wiener, and we all
know how big you wish it was,” Ethan teased.

I was wiping away the tears that
were running down my cheeks from laughing so hard. All I could think of was, it
was probably Caitlyn. She liked to bite.

“Yea. Yea. She bit you, and then
you moved along and found a goddess that sucked you almost blind. You came
gloriously. The end,” Ethan said. Wren pouted playfully.

“Yea. I suck at story telling,”
Wren laughed at himself.

“My turn,” Ethan said. “Move
over, Romeo,” he said nudging his twin brother out of the way. Wren scooted
down and two sets of mischievous eyes looked back at me.

“The day that Wren and I first
met you we finished playing our basketball game and I wanted to ease my sore
muscles. The workouts were getting tougher and I wanted to hit the hot tubs. I
made my way into the Main Lodge and stepped into the hot tub room and stripped
naked when I was met with this beautiful dark haired starlet. Her breasts were
spilling over the bubbling water. My mouth was watering. I couldn’t wait to get
a taste of her. I sat next to her and began stroking my cock, giving her the
invite to come sit on my lap. She pushed her breasts in my face and I began
sucking each one. She let out this moan of pleasure that made my dick hard and
ready. I told her to climb on so I could sink my missile into her silo and give
her what she wanted. I let my hands trail down her body as she moved toward me.
I skimmed over her stomach, making my way toward her wet heat when I felt her
hardness. I’m sure she saw my confusion when she leaned over and in a sexy
voice she said to me, ‘Honey, I’m a hermaphrodite. Are you bi?’ I don’t
remember anything else except her complimenting my ass as I pushed her off me,
jumped out of the water, grabbed my clothes and got the fuck out of there,”
Ethan said.

I laughed aloud. Ethan continued
on with another story about his outdoor adventure involving him lying naked on
an anthill. It turned out they bite too. And he had the welts on his ass for
four days to prove it. And just like that, I was lost in Ethan and Wren and my
gloomy world didn’t seem so grey.

When Saturday came, I decided to
try to pull myself together. I had enough of feeling sorry for myself. It was
week six, and since my visitor was gone, I had no real reason to stay in bed.
It had been ten days since the night I found Caitlyn in Avery’s arms on his
front porch. Ten days before I finally said “fuck it.”

It was the Naughty Nurse theme
party tonight and I found that I kept thinking of having a threesome with Ethan
and Wren. Even as bad as I felt this week, something about that kept pinging
inside my head. So I figured why not live it up my last week here.

Sara and I started getting ready
around 5pm. The party started at 8pm. She took great care to act as if nothing
was wrong between us and I went along with that. As I showered and got ready I
started feeling much better. I looked really good in this dress and felt
extremely fuckable. I wore a red mini dress in a stretch knit fabric with short
sleeves, and an extra short hemline that fell right below my ass. The front of
the dress came adorned with white buttons running down the center. Framing
these buttons are white stripes on either side as well as white crosses. The
ruffled white sleeves matched perfectly with the white ruffle used at the
dress's hemline. The nurse's cap in red with a large white cross on the front
made the complete uniform. I was going to get somebody’s heart racing tonight.

Sara was going to fix some
broken hearts tonight herself. She was smoldering in a hot bad nurse's costume.
It came with a black pleated skirt, zipper front black corset with white crosses,
white trim, and black nurse's hat. In fact, she got my temperature rising
looking as hot as she did. I wouldn’t mind ending up on her ward tonight. She
rounded out her look with black patent lace-up boots and black fishnet
stockings.

As Sara looked me up and down
she said, “Damn, Aria, I might want to get a taste of whatever medicine you
might prescribe tonight.”

“Well, then I hope you’ve got
your insurance paid up!” I said. We both burst out laughing then hugged. Sara
offered me a couple shots of Jameson whiskey as we prepared to head out to the
party.

We met Colt just inside the door
and quickly found the bar. Colt got me a beer and the three of us did two more
shots of whiskey in unison. We headed over to our table where Sienna and Sean
were already sitting, drinking and chatting with Ethan and Wren. Maya and
Travis stopped by with Jello shots as we raised a toast to our last week at
camp.

Avery entered the room but moved
along the side surrounded by a small crowd as he talked and chatted with them. He
never once looked over. But by now, I wasn’t feeling any pain. In fact, I
started to feel more daring and reached over and put my arm around Sara and
declared to the table how happy I was to have found them and how much Sara
meant to me for bringing me here. Of course, Ethan and Wren were getting rowdy
and started yelling for us to kiss.

I’m sure it was the whiskey
taking hold of me, but I leaned in and kissed Sara hard on the lips. Then I saw
her eyes light up as my tongue pushed deep into her mouth and lashed her
tongue. All of the guys at the table cheered as Sara returned my kiss. I felt
her tongue slip back into my mouth to return the favor. It was a very hot scene
as even the table next to us cheered. The kiss might have continued even longer
but was broken when Colt grabbed more Jello shots off the tray of a passing
waitress and offered them in celebration of me finding my sexuality.

After a couple more beers, I was
spinning slightly, when Sienna and Sara both pulled me out on the dance floor.
We dirty danced and grinded on each other while we strutted in our little
outfits. We danced for quite awhile, and at some point, both Ethan and Wren
moved over to the bar and began chatting up a couple girls, but I was lost in a
sea of whiskey and beer and just kept grooving on the dance floor with my two
best girlfriends. Sara saw my eyes follow Ethan and Wren over to the other
girls and even though my disappointment was only momentary, she danced over and
hugged me and then reached up, caressed my cheek with her hand, and tucked the
stray hairs behind my ear.

She stared into my dazed eyes,
“Would you have a threesome with me tonight?” she asked. I simply nodded at my
kind and loving friend. I was hers. Then she took my hand and led me to the
hallway of bedrooms. I just followed along dutifully.

I walked with Sara down the hall
toward the bedrooms, both of us turning heads as she led me around. We walked
by the various couples making out and preparing to hook up. We passed Tara and
her husband Jim in the hall. For the first time since I’ve known them his face
wasn’t wrinkled in frustration. He was smiling. Tara was dressed in a Zombie
Nurse Costume that featured a white nurse’s dress that was spattered with
zombie dirtiness. The dress had a syringe loop and a beverage dispensing shot
syringe to squeeze cherry Jello shots in people’s mouths. She also wore a
matching cap.
She was so weird.

Jim stopped midstride and pushed
her against the wall. He growled and started kissing her neck. Tara giggled.
Then he dropped his head and started sucking on her nipples. Tara’s shyness was
practically non-existent when her husband lifted her legs around him and
plunged deep into her in the middle of the hallway. Tara raked her newly French
manicured nails down his back and I saw him quiver and thrust deeper into her.
They were both gloriously into it and best of all; they were both glowing in
happiness. Jim even looked like he’d been working out. His belly was a flatter
hump now. Sara wriggled her eyebrows at me and we both bit back our laughter.
Guess
they worked through their sexual frustration.

Our eyes rested upon a group of
women gathered in the hallway. Travis held Maya by his side in a loving embrace
and they were both grinning ear to ear. Maya held out her left hand to Meredith,
showing her the five-carat princess cut diamond glistening on it. Meredith
squealed in delight and the other women gasped and moved closer.
Wow. Travis
proposed here at camp?

Sara and I said our
congratulations and then Sara pulled me down the hall to our destination.