“That was amazing, I am so turned on right now. You just killed it on two poles. You have to teach me that back flip,” Sara gushed, pulling me from the stage. The crowd erupted in catcalls and cheers for us to kiss as I waved them off generously and tried to get my breathing under control.
“All right, let’s hear it for all the contestants,” Avery’s warm velvet voice filled the courtyard as he took center stage. My ears filled with applause. It only took a few minutes then the crowd quieted, waiting for Avery to announce the winners. Travis brought him the envelope and Avery quickly opened it.
“Third place goes to Amber Benson.” The crowd cheered.
“Second place goes to Tara Evans.” The crowd roared louder and whistles zipped through. When the crowd settled down Avery continued.
“And first place goes to…” His eyes darkened as they found me amongst the crowd. I squirmed under his heated stare. “Miss Arabella Mason!” A massive set of applause thundered through the bleachers.
My smile was weighted. It suddenly occurred to me. I had just won. If I won three events, I would be going to Hawaii with Avery. Fuck. Did I really want that?
DAY THIRTY-NINE:
THURSDAY LATE AFTERNOON
MEET SMURFETTE
“Will the contestants for the oral competition please come to the stage. We will begin in fifteen minutes,” Avery announced through the PA system.
It was later in the afternoon around 5pm and the stage had received a makeover as Rodriguez and his crew removed the dancing poles and replaced them with six chairs to make way for the oral competition. Sara and I had walked down by the beach to watch the kayak races until the stage transformation was complete.
The loudspeakers sounded sharply as they announced the events and where they took place. It was nearing the start time when Sara and I made our way back to the back lawn and took our seats in eager anticipation of the contest, mainly because this was Caitlyn’s first event and she had been mysteriously absent from public today. No one had seen her, not even her cabin mate, Kennedy.
It was a very large crowd that spilled back into the mini stadium. The bleachers were full, and getting hot in the afternoon sun, and that left only standing room on both sides of the stage. Six male instructors, including Colt, stepped up to their plush chairs and disrobed. The contestants made their way up to stand next to their chairs waiting for the signal to start. It was getting very close to starting time but only five girls made it to the stage so far. The loudspeaker rang loudly again.
“Are all the contestants on the stage? Can we get a count of the participants?” Avery said, while Sienna and Maya shuffled the contest sheets, seeing whom they were missing. “Can the last contestant, please step to the stage?”
“She’s not going to show,” I said to Sara.
“Don’t be too sure. She desperately wants that trip with Avery. He’s her golden goose. Plus, I’m sure she doesn’t want you to win equally as much as you want her to lose.”
“Too true, “ I smiled. This suspense was killing me.
Maya handed a piece of paper down to Avery and as he read it, he nodded. “Caitlyn Camden, please come to the stage or you will be disqualified,” Avery said.
Standing awkwardly on stage dressed only in their matching black bras and lacy boy short panties with the words ‘Camp Jameson’ in white across their backsides were Tara, Kennedy, Amber, Nora, and Lucy and all were awaiting the arrival of the last girl. As they fidgeted and waited to show the large crowd their oral gifts, a tall female body pushed her way through the crowd in a black trench coat and wide brim hat with dark sunglasses. She kept her head down so it was hard to get a good look at her. Then she stood next to the stage, undid her coat, and tossed away her hat. The crowd gasped audibly.
“Told ya she wouldn’t miss this,” Sara said, squeezing my leg and shaking it from side to side in her excitement.
At first, shock and awe spun through the crowd like a black widow spins her mystical web. Caitlyn walked proudly up the stairs next to the stage and stood before the entire crowd in very sheer canary yellow bra, panties, and matching high heels. She was the only girl not in black but from the look of defiance on her face everyone could plainly see that she just didn’t care. She had coordinated her outfit nicely with her hair. But she was really…really blue. From her head to her toes, she was blue, not a light matching the sky in the Simpson’s kind of blue, but that kind of blue you’d see on a Smurf. Sara had put blue dye in the spray tan reservoir and it dyed every part of her body and it worked stunningly well.
At first, the snickers started here and over there, one person, then another and another, then, like a deadly virus it spread across the crowd until the entire mini stadium was roaring with laughter and pointing their fingers, and every single one of them, wondering what the fuck was going on. Some thought she did it to psych out her competitors, while others just thought she was out of her mind. Damn she was blue. Really blue! I smiled proudly, revenge was prettiest when it comes in the color blue.
The entire time everyone was laughing, Caitlyn just stood there stoically, not looking at the crowd. She was ready to begin her quest of getting that trip with Avery. Sara and I high-fived each other, and it was at that moment when I decided there was no way I was going to let her win that trip with Avery. It was Hawaii after all. Caitlyn could go fuck herself.
I was going to do everything in my power to deny her that one thing that she wanted in the entire world, and why not? She was prepared to do the very same thing to me. Sara looked over at me and nudged me then she cupped her hands around her mouth and started chanting Smurfette… Smurfette…Smurfette, and soon others joined in until three-fourths of the Stadium was hollering Smurfette.
The other girls on stage stood dumbfounded. I could see Kennedy was torn. She looked like she wanted to go hug Caitlyn but she hesitated and stayed in her spot. Avery just turned his head toward the crowd, scanning the sea of people until his eyes found me. Behind the fatherly look of disapproval, his eyes were laced with humor. I shrugged my shoulders as innocently as I could. He then turned and sounded the bell for the competition to begin.
Colt shook his head fiercely at her as Caitlyn approached him. I snickered, remembering the brutal mouth lashing she gave him that first day in oral class.
Tara then stepped up to Colt as Caitlyn made her way over to Travis. I knew from what Sienna said that it was difficult to make Colt cum. I smiled to myself remembering how turned on he was for me that day.
Avery leaned in and spoke into his microphone. “Rules are… first one to make her guy cum, wins. These men can go for a while, Kittens, so make yourselves comfortable. Each Kitten can set a pillow under her knees.”
Each girl lowered to her knees on a large pillow and exposed the white imprint of Camp Jameson on their behinds.
“Let’s go, Smurfette,” Sara called out as most of the steady jeers lightened up.
Caitlyn narrowed her eyes and glared at Sara. Sara leaned close and threw her arm around me and wriggled her eyebrows at me playfully. Our prank turned out way better than we had planned. Caitlyn was blue from head to toe except for her blonde hair. Even her eyelids had that wonder shade about them.
The buzzer went off then suddenly everyone started cheering again, “Smurfette… Smurfette…Smurfette,” repeatedly.
I could see Caitlyn trying to maintain her composure and do her best but it was getting to her. I looked to see Tara pleasing Colt. Her jaw was swallowing him up and her tongue was dancing around in her favorite technique. The sun danced off their blonde hair as I looked to Jared sitting next to him.
Nora was taking her time with Jared, licking every inch of him like a melting popsicle while her long lashes batted playfully up at him. Except for playing with her on the powder-puff football game, I didn’t know Nora that well. She was tall, 5’7” with sandy colored hair and long loose curls. The one thing I would always remember about her was that she had a great laugh. Jared was the beefy bodybuilding t
ype with broad shoulders. His brown hair and dark eyes made any woman want to melt.
Next to them was Lucy with her golden brown straight hair and larger curved frame and she was going all out with Pierce. Deep throat was her specialty. And it seemed to make Pierce happy as he leaned back and thread his hands behind his blonde highlighted hair to enjoy the pleasure.
Kennedy was her elegant self. She wore her poker straight blonde hair back in an immaculate tidy ponytail and she didn’t look a bit out of place as she sheathed her teeth with her lips over Jessie’s large caramel lollipop while she twisting her hand up and down at the same time.
Amber’s pouty lips couldn’t stop smiling around Danny’s cock. Her eyes were closed and her ebony hair fell all around her. Danny seemed to be in heaven. Danny was a redhead and his cheeks were covered in freckles. When he smiled, his dimples would stop any girl in her tracks.
Travis moaned and I looked back to him. Travis still had his short buzz haircut and his hazel eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun. I could see the large tattoo with Maya’s name across his left chest.
I bit back a smile as I looked to see blue Caitlyn still going strong. I watched as she lowered her finger down his sack and massaged the smooth skin of his testicles. His buttocks were out past the edge of the cushion and he was resting against the back of the chair with his head tilted back in pleasure. Slowly, she worked her way down further and I could see Travis fidget in his plush chair. He was enjoying this way too much. Damn.
She worked her way towards his tight hole and spread some lube over it without taking her mouth from his cock. Travis pushed closer, wanting more. Caitlyn dipped her finger inside and he hissed through his teeth. His hips bucked upward and Caitlyn smiled around his shaft. She moved in and out slowly and Travis couldn’t contain his moan.
Her mouth continued to work erotically over him as her finger went in deeper up to the knuckle. Travis gripped the sides of his chair and Caitlyn continued to work her magic with her finger. She started pulsing relentlessly on both areas and before I knew what was happening she did some crazy trick with her tongue in concert with her jackrabbit grip and Travis was shooting cum all over her face. His moan of pleasure rang out through the back courtyard over the music and Caitlyn stood, smirking valiantly. What the hell?
I gave Sara a ‘how the hell did she do that’ look and she grimaced.
“Damn her. The prostate massage will make a man cum every time.” Looks like Caitlyn and I were tied for first in the Kitten race for Hawaii. Well, fuck me!
After the oral competition, Sara and I headed back down to the beach for some beers and to watch some of the men’s events. As we neared the lake, I could see Ethan playing volleyball with a team of guys. I made my way over to them as Sara went to get us some drinks from the tiki hut on the beachfront. The game broke up as I neared.
Ethan grinned his sexy grin at me and scooped me up in a big hug.
“Hey beautiful. Come to watch me kick some ass?”
“Always,” I joked. Ethan kissed me on the top of the head and set me down.
“Thank you for your help last night.”
Ethan closed his eyes and grinned. “I had the best orgasm thinking about your delectable body. So thank you for that.” He leaned into my ear and threw his arm around my shoulders. “Shhh, don’t tell Bridgett,” he whispered. I threw my head back and laughed.
“Your secret is safe with me,” I grinned. I felt Ethan stiffen for a moment and I looked up into Avery’s emerald eyes.
“Aria, can I speak with you for a moment,” he said. His nostrils flared but his words were even. I nodded and stepped away from Ethan. I waved to Ethan and walked with Avery to an empty spot by a lounge chair. I stepped beside it and waited for him to speak.
“Are you responsible for Caitlyn’s new look?”
“What? Well…I…uh,” I sputtered. “Why would you think that?”
“Because, this is starting to get out of hand, so I’m telling both of you to cool it,” he said sharply.
I studied him, trying to see how mad he actually was.
“I see you’ve entered in the Sybian Rodeo tomorrow. That’s the toughest event and I won’t play favorites during the judging,” he said, stepping away. His eyes scanned the area to make sure no one was listening.
“And Aria,” he said, turning back toward me. “You’d better get your rest tonight. You’re going to need it.”
I swallowed nervously as I watched Avery walk away. Sara stepped up next to me. She glanced over her shoulder at Avery storming away. She raised her eyebrow at me. I shook my head at her.
“I brought your bathing suit and a towel for you. Everyone’s swimming at the lake tonight at the Beach Party,” Sara said breaking me from my uncertain thoughts of Avery.
“Thanks,” I said, heading toward the Main Lodge to change. I made my way toward the bathroom trying to figure out why Avery was so mad at me. Caitlyn started it. She kept getting the upper hand, even with Avery. I was just another notch in his bedpost. I pushed open the door too hard and it bounced off the wall behind it. Crap!
I held the door back and let it rest against the wall then stepped into the bathroom. I made quick work of changing into my red bikini then I picked up my backpack with my change of clothes and threw it over my left shoulder. As soon as I stepped out of the bathroom to head back to the party I ran right into Pierce leaning against the wall waiting for me to come out. He was in a white polo shirt with the dark green Camp Jameson logo over the left breast and tan cargo shorts with sandals. He looked scrumptious. I mentally shook myself.
“Great performance on the pole today. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said. I just stared at the ground. Then I lifted my head towards him.
“Thanks,” I replied. Great, couldn’t I say more than one word answers?
“I want you to know he’s acting like this because he’s afraid of what he’s feeling for you,” he continued.
“I’ve put my heart out there for him more than once and he’s afraid?” I balked.
“He cares for you deeply, Aria,” Pierce said. I heard his words but I just couldn’t let myself believe in him again.
“He has a funny way of showing it,” I huffed. “Look, Pierce,” I said, exhaling a deep breath. “Where I come from, if you really want to be with someone then you’ll risk it all, sometimes more than once, to get it.” I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “I’ve risked it all for him and both times, I’ve got burned. If he really wanted to be with me then he wouldn’t be running in the opposite direction. It’s as simple as that.”
“Fair enough,” he said, glancing at the doorway of the men’s room. “But my life has taught me that if you stop fighting for what you really want, then you aren’t risking anything at all.” He stepped away from me out into the main hallway.
I glanced up to see Avery standing just a few feet away from us. I frowned. How much of that did Avery hear? By the look on his face, I would guess the whole thing.
I walked away, rubbing my hands over my face, and then shook my head not believing that really happened. Ugh, I didn’t want to think about Avery tonight. I would worry about all this tomorrow. After all, tomorrow holds more promises and more events. But tonight I’m gonna party like it’s nineteen ninety…something or other…oh fuck it.
“Sara! Where’s my beer?” I hollered.
DAY FORTY:
FRIDAY NIGHT CAMP OLYMPICS DAY 2
THE SYBIAN RODEO
I smiled through my hangover and nausea. Caitlyn was the most talked about subject during breakfast today. Every
table was buzzing about the bright blue blonde, and finally it was her, and not me, that got the fancy nickname. Smurfette had such a nice ring to my ears. I loved it.
After breakfast, everyone filed out into the back courtyard. Techno-dance music rang out as the early events got started. This was not good for my splitting headache. We must have been out drinking until 4am.
The sensual couples massag
e event started off slowly. From the looks on most of the six couples’ faces, maybe everyone was still hungover from the night before.
As we walked by the tables, some of the men were breaking out the toys to help get their Kittens going. I recognized Oliver and Anne. Next to them were Brooke and Alan. They were in their early forties and still looked decadent.
From what Sara had told me, Oliver and Brooke worked together in a big law firm in Seattle. They both are happily married but one night over dinner with their spouses they found that they had more in common than they thought. After a few bottles of expensive wine, the night turned kinky and ever since they have declared themselves swingers and have shared in the pleasure of each other’s company for the last five years. They even came together to Camp Jameson to fulfill a few more fantasies.
The instructors Jessie and Danny were monitoring the event. Each one was wearing their white polo shirt with the standard camp logo and khaki cargo shorts. Jessie announced that he was deducting points from their total score since they were using toys. Danny announced that the only way to win this event was to make the woman squirt so everyone could see her climax. And the more hand techniques you used the higher the score. The only couple seemingly to get each other off cleanly was Tara and Jim.
Jim trailed his tongue down the center of Tara’s navel and began teasing her clit. He worked his fingers inside of her and soon she was aching in need for release. He slipped his finger into her back entrance and continued with his ministrations. Tara bucked upward, exploded around his fingers and squirted. I had never seen a girl do that, though Sara told me Colt made her squirt before.
Jim crawled over Tara and pressed his mouth to hers as she mewed like a Kitten and cried out. It was loving but kinda gross, though I was still happy for them finding their passion again. He swallowed her cries and they were awarded first place. They didn’t seem to care when the instructor announced it. They were too wrapped up in each other to notice.
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