Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  “Good timing. At least you won’t have it twice at camp. You don’t want to be sitting on the sidelines while the rest of your group parties. It will show up during week five but that shouldn’t be a problem. We’ll do other things that week. Now, here’s your schedule, Aria. Monday through Saturday, we will meet here at Peak cabin in the morning – nine o’clock – for exploration/ masturbation/massage class. After lunch, meet us at Prentice cabin for pole dancing, lap dancing, and strip tease lessons. After dinner, excluding Wednesdays and Saturdays meet us at Kit Kat for and all other classes,” Sienna said. “Some of your classes will revolve around Kama Sutra, or how to use the sex swing. You will also have workshops on threesomes, hand jobs, and fellatio. Some nights, we will have you do activities on your own so that you can help to build up your confidence. Tonight you won’t have class but you will be assigned some homework. Is all of this okay for you so far?” she asked.

  I looked at both of them. My head was spinning. They seemed so relaxed about the whole thing, like this was normal everyday conversation for them. They both sat staring at me, waiting for my reply.

  “Sure,” was all that I could mutter then I brought my straw up to my mouth and took two big sips of my sex on the beach. Yummy.

  “Okay, let’s talk about your likes and dislikes. How many sexual encounters have you had?” Sienna asked.

  “One.”

  “Oh, yea. The one night stand,” Colt said to Sienna. My eyes widened at his revelation. I hadn’t realized Sara told him. But then again I couldn’t see that they kept any secrets between them. Not even about Sienna. I studied the two. Colt had blonde shaggy hair, blue eyes, and an excellent football physique. Sienna had auburn wavy hair with a light dusting of freckles on her nose, lean, with perfect breasts.

  “We’re here to help you open up to new experiences. So tell us, what was it like the first time you had sex?” Sienna asked.

  “Short,” I said.

  “Was it missionary position or doggie style?” Colt asked.

  “Missionary,” I said feeling exposed. I shifted nervously in my seat waiting for the awkwardness to pass.

  “You are going to learn so many things in the next six weeks about different sexual positions, techniques, role playing, and fantasies. Everything you need to be an empowered lover. We will help make you comfortable in exploring each one,” Colt said.

  Comfortable exploring? I’m not even comfortable talking about it! I took another sip of my cocktail and couldn’t wait for the inquisition to be over.

  “Have you ever reached orgasm by sexual penetration or masturbation?” Sienna asked.

  “Yes.” I could see they were waiting for me to clarify. “From masturbating.” My face reddened even more.

  Seeing my hesitance, Sienna continued on, “I need you to be bold here, Aria.” She handed me a sexual questionnaire. So the inquisition wasn’t enough, now I have to put it down in writing.

  “As you read through this, think about what you might like and what you might enjoy, try to be honest and open. I want you to do the same for your dislikes. The check off sheet keeps you from having to put it into words. Sometimes it helps our shyer guests confront taboo topics and behavior. It’s designed to help you open up and answer honestly.”

  I scanned the sheet and checked my likes. Ok, I was guessing at some of it. Then I went through my dislikes. I shivered inwardly at the thought of anal fisting. No way! Sienna and Colt waited patiently for me to finish. I looked up at them feeling surprised by some of my own acknowledgements. Sienna took the list and scanned down the page.

  “Aria, I am going to check the Sybian under the likes column for you, Sara signed you up for that class and quite frankly, I don’t know any girl who hasn’t liked it,” Sienna smiled to me and I found myself smiling back. “I reserved your day and time for that class already. Because there is so many that want to get into that class it fills up quickly. On Friday morning of week two, you will have your first class at Kit Kat cabin instead of your usual meeting cabin.” I nodded.

  “I think we’re good here,” Colt said. “Sienna will give you a massage to help relax you then you have a couple of homework assignments. First, I want you to practice walking in your platform shoes around your cabin for the rest of today. The second thing is tonight I want you to pleasure yourself. It will help get you warmed up for the weeks to follow. The more you do it, the more control you will have and the more intense it becomes.” Boy, Sara really knew how to set me up. What a way to spend the summer.

  As I walked back toward the Jasmine cabin, I was so relaxed by my hour and a half deep tissue massage that Sienna gave me. She had worked out a few kinks in my neck and back from being hunched over the last week cramming for finals. I felt like a new person. However, my anxiety soon resurfaced as I pulled open the doors of the armoire and stared at the two pairs of shiny platform shoes. One red pair, one white. I picked up the white ones, maybe because that made me feel less brazen, and sighed. I tugged off my running shoes and low cut socks and slipped on the right platform heel. I wrestled with the strap. Then, once it was secured, I did the same with the left. I stood unsteadily and braced myself with my right hand on the bed. I stood up slow and tall trying to find my center. That was one of the first things my gymnastics coach taught me in tumbling. Easy enough.

  I took a small step and fell over like a great oak tree. My rumble lodged a bowl of potpourri that was barely resting on the edge of the dresser and it found it’s way onto my head covering me in small fragrant flowers. Sighing loudly, I raised myself up on my hands, then grasped the edge of the bed, and lifted myself for another try. I felt my ankle wanting to buckle right away. I took another step, forcing myself to walk opposite of what I had been taught since I was a year old. Toe then heel. Not heel to toe. I held on to the armoire then the dresser and moved toward the doorframe of my room. I felt like Bambi learning to walk on ice.

  I held on the outside wall and furniture and walked the perimeter of the room a few times then I let go at the doorframe of the bedroom, stepped out into the hall, and hit the floor again, where oddly enough, housekeeping left another bowl of potpourri on an end table, that I now wore. Aww, come on!

  I dusted myself off and rose again with the aid of that same end table. I walked across the hardwood floor to the kitchen and decided I would go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of water. The steps I took were unsteady at first and I kept my knees bent, ready to catch myself if I fell again.

  “Try standing up straight and tall then lean back a little in your heels,” Sara said. She was standing in her bedroom doorway barely curtailing a giggle. “You smell very nice. Is that lavender?” As I glared at her, I could see her lips trembling, threatening to break with laughter.

  “I will pay you back for this, Sara!” I’m pretty sure I looked like the most awkward duckling that still couldn’t fly. I stood up feeling uncomfortably taller.

  “Good, now relax your shoulders and lean back just a little. You’re not going skiing,” Sara chuckled.

  “Maybe I am,” I said sticking my tongue out at her. I sighed heavily and let my shoulders fall, then straightened my legs. Ugh. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t think straight.

  “Think of yoga,” Sara said.

  “Huh?” I mumbled trying to reign in my nervous thoughts. “What does Star Wars have to do with platform shoes?”

  “I said yoga, not Yoda,” Sara replied.

  I snickered. “Oh.”

  “Find your center and imagine there is an invisible line running through you. The taller you stretch, the easier it is to find your center, and better balance will follow,” Sara said.

  “You are wise, Jedi Master.” I closed my eyes and tried to center myself. After a few moments, I opened them and stepped toward her. With the first step, I was still unsteady, but then after a few more my feet felt almost weightless. I wasn’t concentrating on the tall shoes anymore. I was concentrating on centering myself.

  “It actually wor
ks. You were right,” I said. I walked across the room to the back patio and sat in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs looking out at the woods around me.

  Sara strolled out with a bottle of wine and two glasses as she joined me. She sat the bottle on a small table at the far side of the patio. Sara lit the fire in the stone fire pit and we sat sipping on our red wine and reminiscing about our freshman year. In between our conversation, Sara forced me to get up and walk across the patio to get the bottle of wine to refill our glasses. As I listened to her talk about the fashion industry and her dreams of owning her own clothing line, I was glad to be with my best friend.

  It was almost midnight when I took off my platform shoes and climbed into bed in my snug fitted t-shirt and panties. I turned off the light and let myself get accustomed to the darkness. No light, no sound, just my breathing in the surrounding darkness. The darkness, with the help of some wine, helped me to relax, and the image of Colt came to mind. I had gotten to know his shirtless, muscular figure since he moved in with Sara and me at our place back home, but I quickly forced the thoughts away. He was my best friend’s boyfriend. I couldn’t.

  I tried to calm myself and clear the thoughts from my head. If this was going to happen, then I had to force myself not to think, but feel. The image of Avery was there as his words came back to me… just feel.

  The image of yesterday played out in my head. I could remember exactly what he was wearing – black dress pants and a dark blue button up shirt open at the collar. I could remember the smell of his cologne invading my senses. I stepped away from him and my back pressed against the oak tree. Then my imagination took hold…he closed the gap between us and his hand traced my cheek then draped down to my breasts through my sundress. His hand slid further down. He lifted the hem of my dress and let his hands slip under and trail over my bare skin.

  I closed my eyes and let the fantasy play out in my head as I slipped my fingers beneath my lace panties, mimicking his gesture in my fantasy. I felt his warm hand find refuge as he slipped his fingers inside me. My pelvis pushed closer to him feeling his engorged self beneath his dress pants. I was growing hotter and wetter as I unbuttoned his shirt. My hand ran over his exposed muscular chest. He rushed to kiss me and drew his fingers deeper inside me. He pulled them out, and then moved them deeper within me. He moved them back out then moved to my clit.

  My fingers in my dark room mimicked his and encircled my clit. The more I stroked, the more I desired him. I let the thoughts of his forbidden body flood into my head.

  “Just feel, don’t think.” And that was just what I was doing. I felt him unzip his pants. I felt him lift me up over him and pull my panties to the side. I felt his engorged penis enter into me. I looked into his emerald green eyes and felt his smile on my lips as he kissed me and then ground deeper into me. I closed my eyes and let him thrust and grind into me. God, it was heaven. He swiveled his hips drawing out, then in, out, then in. Soon my legs were burning and I was about to fall over the edge.

  “That’s it, Aria. Let go, baby,” he breathed in my ear and that was my undoing. My body convulsed around him sending white stars to my periphery as he let go inside of me. Then he disappeared from my fantasy and I was left alone, breathing heavily in my dark bedroom, wishing I could have more of Avery Jameson.

  DAY TWO:

  TUESDAY MORNING

  EXPLORATION CLASS

  At 8:55am the next morning, I walked into Peak cabin. I had rushed Sara through breakfast so I could arrive early and ease some of my anxiety. Sara was annoyed that I was rushing her but she could see my nervousness.

  After breakfast, Sara gave me a hug and hurried off to her first group and I headed here. When I walked in, Sienna handed me two glasses. The first was a shot glass full of whiskey. The second was a tall reddish-orange Alabama Slammer. I looked at her with appeasement in my eyes and downed the shot. It burned all the way down into my belly! Then I sucked down half my cocktail and felt my body relax for the first time since I arrived. Alcohol before noon is yummy. There’s an old Naval axiom that says you don’t drink before the sun passes over the main yard arm, which, is about noon. I shrugged. I’m not sure why they said that, but I was glad no one here believed in Naval axioms.

  “This exploration class is to help you learn your body’s magic spots. Everybody is different. I know it sounds intimate but what you learn here should pique your curiosity of what is to come,” Sienna said. She wore a tight cheerleader costume emblazoned with the Camp Jameson logo. It was short and green with her shirt tied near her cleavage so her breasts almost spilled out of it. She had white skintight lycra shorts and black strap high-heeled platform shoes. Her hair fell down her shoulders to the middle of her back. She was drop-dead gorgeous. She guided me over to the massage table on the far side of the room as Colt came in holding a bottle of massage oil.

  “Good morning, Aria. Why don’t you go ahead and strip down to your undies then lay back and make yourself comfortable on the table. Try to let your mind relax,” Colt said, lifting off his tight Camp Jameson polo and exposing his six-pack. He was only wearing cargo shorts and sandals.

  “I’m a little warm,” he said. “You don’t mind if I take my shirt off do you?”

  I quickly shook my head ‘no’ as my eyes shifted nervously. God, he’s hot. I downed the rest of my drink and unbuttoned my sleeveless shirt. I shimmied off my shorts and placed them on the chair beside the bed. I lay down on my back and stared at the rustic wood of the cabin ceiling around me.

  “To heighten your senses, I’m going to put this blindfold on you. Sienna is going to sit this one out until you are comfortable with me touching you. Then we’ll help you get comfortable with another woman touching you,” he said slipping the mask over my eyes. Oh, was all I could think.

  I heard Sienna move over to the wall then slow, sexy jazz music filled my ears from the speakers over head. It was very soothing. Colt’s hands began to rub light strokes over my shoulders to my bare arms. I shivered slightly. I couldn’t believe I was lying in my burgundy bra and panties in a very dimly lit cabin with Colt and letting him give me a massage. I hope Sara doesn’t get jealous but I always wondered what his hands would feel like touching me and it feels reeeaaallly good.

  Colt’s warm, dexterous hands slipped off my hair tie and my loose bun unraveled so that my hair cascaded around me. It was the first time I noticed my long hair touch my skin sensually. His hands rubbed lotion over my clavicle then down my arms and back up again. His forefingers dragged my bra straps down and let them fall past my shoulders. He continued to rub circles from my neck to my shoulders, back, and arms. I was finally starting to relax when his last stroke skimmed over my breasts. I inhaled slightly. He moved back up to my shoulders continuing his repetitive motion like before, and each time, his last stroke pressed a little harder over my nipples through my bra. After the fifth time my body bowed upward off the table begging for him not to stop there. I had no idea my body would respond to his touch like this. Better yet; what did he put in my drink? Colt wouldn’t do that. But would Sienna?

  “You’re doing good, Aria.” He then slipped his fingers underneath my bra and exposed my nipples. The air wasn’t cold by any means, it was late June and the temperature was in the low eighties now, but the air mixed with his touch left my nipples hard and sensitive. Colt restarted his tantalizing touch as before, this time letting his hands tweak my nipples just long enough to make my breathing go faster and my heart race. I felt sexy for the first time. I moaned softly and wiggled my hips, craving more. He moved to the bottom of the table and began stroking my abdomen, my legs, and my calves. Repeatedly he stroked his hands over the same areas then at the last minute, he gently slid his hand over the apex of my thigh. Oh my. Before my body could commit, he would move on to another area. Each stroke teased me, bringing me to the edge where my body begged for some unknown mercy. He traced over my crest once more then moved to my feet. His hand stroked the instep of my right foot. My insides almost convu
lsed at his touch. How in the hell was I feeling that all the way up my groin?

  “Is this too much?” Colt asked.

  “No,” I wriggled. I craved more.

  “You’re doing fine, just relax. You’re in total darkness now. Let go, Aria,” Colt said, rubbing his thumb up my instep. My body quivered, but something was stopping me from letting go. I tried to drown myself in the music. I wanted to let go. I wanted to feel that burning desire but the sensations were becoming too much.

  “It’s too much,” I gushed.

  “Okay,” he said. He covered me with a sheet and walked to the head of the table. “Great job for your first day, Aria,” his voice was hoarse when he pulled off my blindfold. How could he not be affected by this? But then I noticed the tell tale sign of a bulge barely visible in his loose-fitting cargo pants.

  “Get up slowly and get dressed when you are ready,” he said stepping over to where Sienna had been sitting and watching.

  After I finished dressing, I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. Sienna smiled and motioned for me to take a seat in the chair next to them while Colt scribbled notes in his notebook.

  “Did you put something in my drink?” I asked Sienna.

  “No. That was all you, honey.” She smiled wider. “Feels great, doesn’t it?” My lips curved upward in a small smile when I realized she was right. “I just observed today, Aria and I could see you trying to overcome your fear. Just relax. It’s very normal. You’re strong, but you let your mind control you. Let your body and feelings lead once in awhile. I could see you started to think too much near the end of your massage. What were you thinking about?”

  My eyes flashed to Colt. “Colt, being Sara’s boyfriend. It started to feel kind of wrong,” I said.

  Colt leaned in toward me and rested his arms on the table in front of him. “Sex, is just sex. It doesn’t mean anything unless you want it to.” I nervously wrung my hands in my lap as he tried to find another way to state what he meant. “Look. Sara 100% agrees with this. Remember this was her idea. She wants you to have the full experience. You are allowed to have sexual feelings, and she wants you to embrace those,” Colt said. He cleared his throat. “It doesn’t matter who is touching you, it’s all about how you feel while you’re being touched. If I make it easy for you to cum, then don’t be ashamed of that. That is why you’re here. Avery set up this camp to help people like you explore the endless possibilities that sex has to offer. But you have to clear your mind and let your body rule in order to do that. Don’t think about me as Sara’s boyfriend when I am giving you pleasure. No one is judging you here.”