It was a dark night and the Main Lodge was coated in shadows except for the golden glow of torches and dim landscape lighting. I had tried to tell Sara about what I did with Colt several times on the way over here, but each time Sara seemed to endlessly ramble on about every gorgeous guy she met today. But then I welcomed her ramblings so I didn’t have to tell her the sad truth yet, even though deep down, I knew it was only prolonging my agony.
I smiled at the group that had gathered around our sundry orange fire and hoped that tonight I could forget about everything, especially Colt and Avery.
After my rendezvous with Avery, I had to lie to Sienna and Colt and say I got lost in the woods while I was running and Avery found me while riding through. He brought me back to safety. I made him out to be the hero. I could literally just have choked on those words. He was no hero. He was heartless and an emotional tease. Sienna and Colt seemed to buy it anyways.
The fire crackled intently, filled with bright greens and blues as Sienna put another log on. So here we were, just us Kittens and our female instructors, sitting around a campfire behind the Main Lodge, telling stories about what else?…Men.
I reached into the cooler and pulled out a beer. I popped the cap off and chugged half of it. This was my fifth beer since Sara came home and I was finally starting to relax as we all took seats on horizontal logs that were graciously placed in geometric order around each fire pit.
“Look everyone, I think Aria’s getting bored,” Sara said. “Let’s play a game,” Sara urged. Man, that sounded sarcastic. I tried not to roll my eyes at the implications and just stared at the fire instead.
“The game is called ‘Spill It’.” Great, more games. Then she continued. “It’s kinda a mixture of Truth or Dare and Bullshit. For every round there is always a ‘Truth’ and for the first round everyone has to tell a story about how they got revenge on someone from their past who cheated on them. We’ve all had that happen to us at some point in our lives, or tell us how you got back at the girl your boyfriend did it with.” What? Then Sara went on. “If someone is suspected of embellishing or holding back someone calls out ‘Spill It’ and as punishment, that person caught telling the lie has to shotgun two beers and then afterwards spill their guts. Oh fuck! She knows. Could this possibly be a coincidence? She’s gonna kick my ass for sure.
I kept looking around to see where I could go…where I could hide. It must be a coincidence. Yea, that’s right. Just a coincidence. She didn’t see Colt today. It was Caitlyn. I bet she told her. She’s been after me since the beginning just because Avery talks to me and not her. Goddamn her! If she told Sara, I will kick the ever-living shit out of her! Okay, calm down, she doesn’t know. I’m just freaking myself out. I swear to God, Caitlyn, I will rip your fake fucking fingernails out, you fake blonde slut bitch! Take a deep breath, Aria. Nobody knows. Nobody knows…except Sienna and everyone else at class. Ugh…I’m dead. It’s my own damn fault. I give one blowjob at camp and now I’m dead and buried…oh wait…I’m about to be buried.
“Sienna, you go first,” Sara said, making sure that everyone agreed.
“My revenge on a guy that cheated on me was with a guy I dated for five months. I had stopped by to pick up takeout at our usual place in a small café in New York City when I saw him lip locked with my best friend,” Sienna said. I gulped.
“We had plans to see each other that night so I played it cool and went along with the date. We ordered in Chinese that night and I made him drink until he was obliterated and passed out. Then, while he was sleeping I had a friend – I’m never saying who, so don’t ask, give him a Prince Albert.”
The women all gasped in unison. Sienna smiled deceptively as she stared into the fire. Her auburn hair glowed even more with the flames dancing off them.
“Let’s just say when he woke up, the pain lasted a lot longer than if I kicked him in the balls,” Sienna smiled to us.
Tara covered her mouth with her hand. “Jesus, that’s brutal,” she grimaced.
“What was even better, he couldn’t have sex with my ex best friend for months,” Sienna added. What the fuck is a Prince Albert? Strike that, I don’t even want to know. I didn’t really want to ask so I sat still.
“I’ll go next,” Sara blurted. I eyed her suspiciously. Ugh. I was getting more paranoid by the minute. I shifted nervously but stared straight at the fire. I kept telling myself Sara would have said something, wouldn’t she? I took another swig of my beer. Damn, it was empty. I reached into the cooler and brought out another one.
Sara started. “Aria knows this story. So she can call it if I don’t tell the truth.” I flinched as soon as she said my name. I rolled backwards right off my log. I did my best not to spill my beer but it was useless as my feet pointed at the sky my beer spilled out all over my shirt.
“Aria. That’s not how you play spill it,” Caitlyn chided condescendingly as everyone burst out laughing.
“Eat a full bag of shit, Caitlyn,” I said very sweetly through my fake smile as my feet still pointed upward towards the dark night. I slowly dug my hands in the soft earth and pushed myself back onto my log.
“Be nice, ladies,” Sienna added. Then Sara continued on.
“So there was this guy Jake that I dated in my senior year of high school. We’d been dating about six months when he started canceling our dates out of the blue. At first, I really believed he was sick, like he said he was. Why wouldn’t I believe him? But then, a guy friend of mine took a picture of him all over another girl at the same party that we were supposed to go to together. He of course denied it was him. The picture was kinda blurry but he swore up and down it wasn’t him. He kept saying he loved me and blah, blah, blah. I was naïve back then and I forgave him. Then he started blowing me off again and going to parties by himself. That didn’t sit well with me. The night that I finally caught him, I had borrowed Aria’s car so that he wouldn’t know I was there. I hid outside in the tall grass across the street from his house and watched him arrive with this other girl from our class. My plan was to wait until he went inside but they never made it.” Sara looked at me and smirked. “They started going at it before they made it to the porch and he pulled her right into the bushes,” Sara said leaning forward. This wasn’t the story I knew. “She sunk to her knees and unzipped him. She pulled out his cock and started to suck him off.” My eyes widened as Sara went on. “I watched as she got him off. He didn’t even pull out. He shot it right in her mouth and she swallowed his entire load. She was a natural.” I gulped, then coughed a bit and spit up some of my beer as I quickly caught it in my hand. Everyone stared over at me until I finished hacking.
“You okay there, Aria?” Sienna asked.
“Yea, I’m fine.” I said. “I waited until he went inside then I grabbed my baseball bat. I went back to his truck and put dents in every surface of it. I smashed out his headlights, his mirrors. But I was still pissed off, so I jacked up the truck on cement blocks and took all his tires. They were heavy as hell and I couldn’t carry them, so I rolled them down the hill into some poor guy’s yard and then put a ‘Free’ sign on them.”
“Is she lying, Aria?” Sienna asked.
My head was spinning from all of the beer. “Spill it,” I bleated very softly. “Everything was true except for the blowjob part,” I said as a feeling of anxiety swept over me like high tide.
“Speaking of blowjobs,” Amber said. “That was hot as hell today in class, Aria,” she added, looking at me.
I gulped and cringed at the same time. I rose quickly and stepped in a circle unsure if I was leaving or heading toward Sara. Then I gave in, stepped toward Sara, and looked down at the ground. I couldn’t look her in the eye.
“Sara, I gave Colt a blowjob today in class…and…” I stuttered. Then giggles started to break from the girls sitting around us.
“Wait,” I said, pausing to look at Sara. I studied her face for a minute. She didn’t look angry; she was fighting back a grin. Sienna nudged her with her
arm and winked at me. Then everyone burst out laughing. “Holy shit. All this time you knew and you didn’t say anything? You little bitch!”
Sara giggled and confirmed my suspicion. Everyone was laughing so hard that we garnered stares from the other campfires along the back lawn.
“Yes. And it was a blast torturing you,” Sara said.
“Serves you right for not telling her right away,” Caitlyn quipped.
“Thanks from the peanut gallery,” I said to Caitlyn as she scrunched her face back at me.
“What does peanuts have to do with this?” she sneered.
Everyone snickered then I turned my attention back to Sara as she continued on, “We’ve spent two hours together and you still didn’t have the guts to tell me. I gave you every opportunity when we were unloading the groceries. I kept handing you the bananas and you never said a word.”
“Oh man, I was wondering if that’s what you were doing,” I stood gaping at my best friend. Laughter spilled out of me joining in the chorus with the others.
“I stopped by Colt’s before I went to the Market. He didn’t let me get in the door before he took me,” Sara said. “The whole time he bragged about how you gave him the hottest blowjob he’s ever had. And he wants you to show me how you do that thing with your tongue and the roof of your mouth and coming from Colt, that’s saying something. I’m a little jealous. Colt can last a long time and you made him cum in two minutes. Not to mention he doesn’t cum in anyone’s mouth, except mine. So, sexy little Kitten, want to tell me where you learned that little technique from?” I smiled sardonically and shook my head. “Suit yourself. I’m sure he’s up on that balcony describing in full detail what sweet little Aria did in class today and I can assure you the more people you teach that to, the better.”
“You’re such a bitch,” I playfully bantered.
“Whore,” Sara grinned wickedly.
“Yea, whore!” Caitlyn blurted out.
“Caitlyn! How bout we take it easy there, sister,” Sienna countered.
“Oh, sorry. I just thought that was the thing to do,” Caitlyn responded as she rolled her eyes in sarcastic apology.
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 h
ollered 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.
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