Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  Thrust for thrust he ground deeper inside me. I was quickly building toward my orgasm. His hands dug into my hips and he lifted me like I was light as a feather. Up and down he moved me over him. Our breathing was hard and fast. Our movements were urgent and I was building higher in the darkened hallway. His touch shook something inside me. I couldn’t get enough of him and I let the moment move me. My legs stiffened and I couldn’t stop my body from convulsing around him in an instant. He thrust twice more and poured himself into me. He pulled away and I could see the question in his eyes.

  “I’m covered.” I switched off my always-interfering thoughts and relaxed against him. Before I had time to really study him he smiled in relief and lowered his head down and kissed my neck. He breathed in a slow deep breath and reached behind me. He tightened his grip as he twisted the doorknob to the closest bedroom and kicked it open with his foot.

  He carried me across the room with my legs still wrapped around his waist toward the bathroom and set me on the cold countertop. The entire bathroom was glowing in a soft flicker of light. I reached for his mask. He shook his head no. His gentle hands wound my hair up and I felt a hair clip pinned to the back of my head. I looked at him curiously. He kissed the top of my head and reached for the shower stall. He turned on the two-headed shower and adjusted the controls. The top shower turned off and I realized what he was doing. He only left the body showerhead on. We weren’t supposed to remove our masks until midnight. Avery’s rule. I rolled my eyes. I was not going to think of Avery at a moment like this. Ethan or Wren, whichever one this was, distracted me from my thoughts as he pulled his shirt from his body and let his pants and underwear fall to the floor.

  All my thoughts escaped me as he sauntered toward me. He was perfectly fit. I was buzzed and I couldn’t quite place which twin I had. Ugh. What a time to be impaired, to not be able to think clearly. Damn it, I really wanted to know which one he was.

  He spread my legs with his hands and he devoured me with his mouth. My body was a flame under his touch. I guess this means round two.

  He finished unzipping my costume and pushed it over my shoulders. It fell to my waist as he rushed to kiss my bare skin. I tilted my head back and my body bowed, craving his touch. His lips alternated from warm and soft, then wet and firm. My body hummed underneath his command. His dexterous fingers trailed down my legs and he swiftly removed my high-heeled shoes. They clumped to the ground, then my stockings followed. He wrapped his arms around my waist and set me on my feet. My costume fell to the floor just leaving my black lacy panties. He lowered those to the floor with his teeth and then pulled me into the shower. It was no time at all before I was pressed to the darkened steamy shower walls and he was having his way with me again.

  We never spoke a word. We simply moaned, both of us. We just lost ourselves in each other, over and over again. It was only when we had rinsed the soap away and my body shook from exertion that he reached over to switch off the shower.

  I toweled off, careful not to dislodge my mask and then I reached for my panties. I was strangely comfortable in his presence. He smiled greedily and before I knew it, I was straddling him on the bathroom counter again. His penis was growing hard against me again. He pulled away a moment studying me. He intertwined his fingers with mine and pulled me to a standing position. His head motioned for me to follow him. I guess we’re not done.

  We both grabbed our clothes and I followed him out to the queen sized bed against the far wall in the attached semi-private room. Round three. Yes, I was counting. This man was hot, sensual, strong, and oh my, did he have stamina – it was everything I ever wanted in a lover. I was not letting him out of my sight – or my grasp, for that matter.

  The fast music that was pulsing through the walls quickly changed to a slow seductive song and the masked man seemed to be moved by the music of Joe Cocker’s sexy voice. His kisses were soft as he undid my hair clamp and let my hair fall around my naked shoulders. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen then laid me down on the satin sheets. His body, heated by the shower, covered mine. He traced my body with his hands and threaded his fingers under the sides of my black lace panties.

  A slow grin crept over his face and before I knew what he was doing, he twisted them in his grasp and shredded through them with his fingers. He pulled away to take in my naked body and purred in delight at not having enough of me. I smiled crookedly, letting him take me in.

  I ran my hands through his silky hair. He ran the palm of his hand down my chest between my breasts and traced the line of my stomach, navel, and let his hand cup my sex. He placed soft kisses on the heated skin of my thighs then moved to his knees. He spread my legs wide and let his kisses trail across my hip to my clit. He pressed two more kisses over my kitten and then slowly let his tongue rotate around it.

  My body instinctively rose off the bed and I groaned. It was so sensitive. He had made me cum four times already and my body wasn’t slowing down, it wanted more. I didn’t find it weird that besides the contraceptive topic, we still hadn’t spoken a word to one another except our groans of pleasure. Who needed words when all I wanted to do was feel him. All of him.

  He slipped two fingers inside of me and let his tongue work his magic on my sensitive clit. The burning from the orgasm in the shower had barely subsided. When he stroked me, my body picked up right where it left off and I was climbing higher than I ever had before. Maybe it was the fact that I never had four orgasms in a row before. Maybe it was the fact that they were so close together. No, it was all him.

  My attraction for this silent stranger helped me to open up to a place I never knew I could reach. My thoughts turned to Avery and how grateful I was to him that he created this place, whatever the reason was for doing it. I pushed the thoughts of Avery away as my legs burned for release, my body was still building and climbing, then I convulsed around the stranger’s fingers. He let my body quiver under his heated look and my legs fell limp from pleasure. He smirked, leaned over, and kissed my silky pop-tart, causing me to gasp.

  My eyes met his and he grabbed my hips and brought me on top of him. I sunk down on him and cried out in pleasure as his hard powerhouse buried deep within me. I tried to catch my breath but then he moved to missionary position and then he began to move slowly over me. His hardness filled me resplendently and he stopped when he could enter me no more.

  My eyes burned with curiosity as his eyes opened to look at me. His hard muscles trembled over me. I didn’t know if it was from fatigue, or fear. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in even more deliciously slower. He hovered over me with his hands on the sides of my face and stopped to really take me in. Passion and caring filled his eyes. I could feel my body tremble as well. His mouth curved up into a smile and all I wanted to say was; I feel the same way. He was making love to me. I beamed back at him and he took a slow steady breath and moved out and in slowly, feeling every inch of me. His eyes never left mine. My smile never went away.

  He delivered a slow, delicious thrust in and out of me. My hands memorized every detail of his body as I traced his wide shoulders, his back, and his abs. He was perfect. I heard the words of Joe Cocker’s ‘Feels Like Forever’ for the first time. Word for word it matched how I felt in this exact moment. How this man was turning my world around and I never would forget him. How one moment in my life when everything felt right and how my heart was exploding in my chest for a stranger that could melt me with just his touch.

  My hands ran over every inch of his skin now beaded with sweat. The song embraced us. In that moment, his soft lips covered mine. I closed my eyes and felt him inside me, all around me, embracing me like he was holding on for dear life.

  A deep groan filled the back of his throat and he picked up the pace just slightly. I opened my eyes to see his passionate glowing eyes. He threaded his hands through mine and moved them above my head. When I stretched them above me something about it made it feel more intimate.

  Palm t
o palm, lips to lips, body to body, and soul to soul. In one night, we had connected deeper, more than anyone I had ever met. He pressed harder and faster. We reached the brink and both our bodies climaxed together without warning. I pulsed and quivered beneath him. Our eyes still locked on each other, closing only briefly while we orgasmed. He moved his head to the side of my chest and we both tried desperately to catch our breaths as the song finished.

  Midnight was fast approaching and I couldn’t wait. He lifted his head and leaned up to kiss me gently. Then he moved directly over me and cradled my face in his hands. I knew that shortly, I was about to learn who he was. He kissed me more passionately than he ever had before then leaned his forehead against mine. Our breathing was uneven but slowing.

  The chime of the clock rang throughout the speakers. Fireworks exploded outside over the camp. Their glow illuminated us in crimson through the windows. It was finally midnight and that was the signal that all would be revealed.

  DAY TEN:

  WEDNESDAY LATE NIGHT

  FOURTH OF JULY FIREWORKS

  As the fireworks intensified outside down by the lake, his eyes flashed to mine. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited in silence for him to say something. He still didn’t speak. I could see the gears starting to turn in his head. The fireworks seemed to be sobering. I was holding my breath waiting to see what he was going to do next.

  He stiffened, as the fireworks bathed the room in gold and blue. They seemed to call his attention to something. He sat up quickly and let the sheet fall to his waist. I followed, sensing his nervousness. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration as the lights of the entire Lodge increased in intensity– I was sure it was that he was more frustrated with himself than with me, but I couldn’t be sure. I knelt in front of him.

  “It’s okay,” I said moving closer to him. “This was right. For me, this was everything I ever wanted.” My voice was drowned out by another salvo of deepening booms outside our window. Then another pushed through the quickly building awkward silence. He shook his head and rubbed his forehead as the rockets whistled into explosions. His hands trembled. He seemed to be trying to figure something out. He was growing more distant by the minute.

  The bell chimed again and he sighed heavily. He seemed to be weighing his options. Then something dark passed over his face, and like a switch, I saw his guard go up.

  He stared at me like I was a snake that was about to bite. I untied the satin ribbon and removed the mask from my face and I tugged lightly on his arm for him to turn toward me. When his eyes met mine, he wasn’t surprised. It was fear I saw instead.

  I moved to undo his mask. I wanted to see all of him before I lost him for good. I couldn’t understand his behavior. The passion, the closeness felt like it was getting pushed further and further away with each moment the clocked ticked from midnight. I reached for his hand first and kissed the back of it, trying to diffuse the situation.

  Another explosion rang out again and he stood frozen, watching me with curiosity and uncertainty. The finale started roaring in the air above the lake as my fingers slid under his mask. As I brought the mask away from his face, the finale outside intensified, his shoulders stiffened and by the look in his eyes, the man I just spent hours with, was gone.

  “Avery!” I said breathless.

  “Aria!” Avery cursed under his breath and grabbed his mask forcibly from my trembling hands. He rushed to put it back in place then glanced around the room. Relief flooded his eyes when he could see we were still alone.

  My shoulders sank. They looked so much alike. They could have been brothers. Avery, Ethan and Wren were so similar in hairstyles and builds. My magnificent bubble had just burst. I knew he had been hurt before and he never got emotionally involved with the guests. He was a player. He was spiteful of women and never allowed himself to fall in love. He built this camp to serve as his own personal amusement park and now I was his latest ride. I felt ashamed.

  His naked body stood and in a hurried pace he rushed to get dressed. He was glorious but at that moment, I hated myself for succumbing to his charm. I watched as he quickly threw on his shirt.

  I sat seething. He didn’t acknowledge me any further. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t address me. He was now cold and distant and he was too busy getting dressed to see the tears running down my face. Didn’t he hear me sniffle? My heart was broken. My first love rose and fell all within a span of one evening. How pathetic was I? You don’t come to sex camp to find love.

  He was stomping on my heart like it meant nothing but I know we felt something together. I quickly lost my empathy for him. I purposely held my gaze away from him. But I knew he never once looked to me. It was like I didn’t exist.

  A man burst through the door in a drunken stupor, laughing and devouring the two women in front of him. I didn’t care about the details as I pulled the sheet up around me and felt my heart close down. I was numb. My body wouldn’t move from that spot. I was weak but not from any orgasm or from the night of pleasure, but from the betrayal of a man that when he took his mask off, revealed his true self.

  Avery stopped short and turned with regret in his eyes. I didn’t look in his eyes. I avoided his soft lips. I could only look at his forehead. His mouth fell open like he was trying to find the words to appease his guilt. I held my hand up in warning and shook my head. I don’t know how I found the strength, maybe it was my anger, but I rose to my feet, leaving my shredded panties lying on the floor, and reached for my dress.

  He watched me nervously. I turned my back to him and quickly dressed. I forced myself to turn to him. I reached down and lifted my panties – they looked more like webs. A small smile played on my lips and I stuffed them into his hand. I frowned knowing this was it.

  “To remember you once had a beautiful butterfly,” I said stiffly. I was fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill at any moment. I was more frustrated with myself that I was in this position, that I could let myself believe that I would find love in a place like this.

  I didn’t want to touch him anymore so I pulled my hand away and let it fall to my side. I turned my back to him, grabbed my stockings and shoes, and pushed through the door.

  I didn’t notice any of the naked bodies that filled the multiple rooms on my way out. My sights were only on the exit. And I never looked back. It was after midnight. Today was officially my birthday. Happy fucking birthday to me!

  DAY ELEVEN:

  THURSDAY AFTERNOON

  BEACH BIRTHDAY BLAST

  “Uhhh,” I grumbled. To say I was hungover was a gross understatement. I crawled out of bed slowly and only because the noonday sun was shining through the window right on my head. I made it into the shower then as I went into the kitchen, I found Sara’s note on the table telling me to meet her at the beach. It also instructed me to down a quick beer to beat the hair-of-the- dog back and that’s exactly what I did, but it actually took two beers.

  “Happy Birthday, Aria!” Sara and Sienna squealed and pulled me into a group hug as I arrived on the beach. I smiled, trying to make the best of it. My life couldn’t get much worse could it?

  It was midday Thursday and Avery decided to throw a barbeque with shrimp and steak. Avery knew I loved steak. Maybe he was feeling guilty for last night but everyone was excited for the change up, everyone except me.

  The beach filled up with every Kitten, Cub, and Instructor at Camp Jameson. Everyone partied in swimsuits and either sat baking in the hot sun or swam in the crystal clear lake while my favorite band Three Miles Out played in the background through the giant Bose sound system.

  I glanced to see Nate talking with Avery. I couldn’t help but see the similarities. They both were one-night stands and they both fucked me over afterward, like either I had the plague or my vagina smelled like swamp juice. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t the latter.

  Sara had her eagle eye on me as I watched the two men converse. I quickly diverted my attention to the beer in my hand, t
rying to hide my true feelings and numb the sick feeling in my tummy from drinking last night.

  “Aria, can you go get me a Long Island Iced Tea?” Sara asked. I saw her narrow her eyes at Nate as I nodded and headed in the direction of the outside bar. When I came back I could hear Sara’s voice over the music.

  “I don’t care if you were engaged and made a mistake. You fucked her over asshole. Stay away from her,” Sara scolded Nate. “No one screws over my best friend and gets away with it.”

  I saw Avery’s eyes widen at Sara’s words. I could see how much those words stung him. I stepped beside Sara and handed her the Long Island. I was met with two pairs of merciful stares. Sara could be harsh when she wanted to and I could tell both men secretly wanted to flee.

  “Sara, let it go,” my voice cracked and held more emotion than I was willing to show. Nate looked at me apologetically and turned toward the bar and Avery stood looking at me with a mixture of guilt and regret. Geez, I knew how to pick ‘em.

  “Fine,” Sara huffed and dragged me to the sand volleyball court, mumbling under her breath.

  I quickly drowned myself in the music and found the strength to play beach volleyball with my friends. And drank beer. Lots of beer, and after a bit, I did start to feel better.

  I was on the team with Sara, Colt, Travis, Sienna, and Sean. The sun beat down on us but we were unstoppable.

  After the third game, I fell to the ground in exhaustion beside Sean’s feet after I scored the winning point. Sean collapsed next to me and braced his arms on either side of me then hovered over me. His eyes were burning with desire.