Camp Jameson

by Wendy Lea Thomas

  I could see she was stiff and trying to adjust to it. Colt switched on the controls and started a little higher at level 3. The crowd cheered her on and I couldn’t help but wonder if they wanted her to win. The wild ride escalated and Colt continued to increase the power.

  At level 8, Sara leaned over to me and whispered, “She must really want to win that Hawaii trip.”

  My eyes found Avery. He was watching me as I shifted nervously, trying hard not to freak out. He glanced at the scoreboard and my eyes followed his.

  “She’s at level 9 everybody. I don’t believe it. No one in the history of this camp has broken their own record. I must say, this is a first,” Travis announced.

  Tara grunted and groaned loudly.

  “9.25,” Colt called out and Tara collapsed forward. The crowd whistled and hollered. How the hell was I going to beat that?

  The crowd started chanting Tara’s name and I could feel my confidence wavering. Sara placed both hands on my cheeks to turn my attention towards her. I could see confidence and determination in her eyes. I downed my second shot and handed the glass to Sara. I tried to squash the fear as she gave me her pep talk. I felt his warm touch on my forearm and looked up to Avery.

  “Can I have a minute alone with her, Sara?” Sara nodded and winked to me, then walked to the edge of the crowd.

  “Avery what are you doing? Do you know how this looks right now? You can’t favor a contestant…” He placed two fingers over my mouth to quiet me, and then moved to cradle his hands around my face.

  “I don’t give a damn what they think. I want you to win this and I’m not going to stand by and watch you internally doubt yourself.” I blinked in disbelief.

  “You are the strongest person I know, Aria. You’ve shown more courage and grace than anyone here combined. I realize what I did to you squashed a big part of your soul and I regret being the one that put the pain in your eyes that’s there every time you look at me.”

  I swallowed nervously. Avery held me by both arms and his eyes bored into my soul.

  “I saw the most beautiful and seductive woman from the moment we met. Take the drive that I saw on the first day of camp, the one that peaked as I backed you up against that tree, and use it.” His eyes danced over me. “You took my breath away,” he said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You were so new to this world and instead of running, you kicked its ass until you had it right where you wanted it. Now do the same here. Win this for me. For us. I want you to be the one to go to Hawaii with me,” his voice wavered as I looked at him with wide eyes. “But most importantly, don’t do this because I ask you to. Do this because you want to,” his eyes softened, there were so many things I wanted to say in that moment, but not with a full stadium audience. Avery had just bared a part of his soul to me and I was bursting inside.

  “Okay, I got this,” I breathed. As I made my way toward Colt, my eyes scanned the quiet crowd and I was met with curious stares from my friends as well as Caitlyn. I glanced toward Colt.

  “Did everyone see that?”

  “See what?” he winked, trying to help ease my anxiety. I smiled up at him as he helped me to the Sybian. Sara crossed her fingers at me as I lubed up the shaft in front of me. I eased myself down onto it. I glanced up at Colt and nodded.

  He started at level 3, then 4, and then moved to level 5. My insides wanted to blast off into space. I shuddered, quaking into my first orgasm. The latex shaft was pounding me mercilessly once again.

  He quickly moved to level 6, then 7. I looked down at him and gave him the encouragement that said ‘keep going’.

  At level 8, my orgasm was begging to be released again. I convulsed terribly into my second then third orgasms in rapid succession. I screamed. I was swaying to and fro with the horse, as everything intensified.

  “More,” I belted louder. Now anger replaced hesitation, as I wanted this giant Mustang to fuck me harder than anyone before me. Colt nodded and kept clicking higher.

  “More,” I screamed. “Fuck me you beautiful beast!” I squealed as my fourth orgasm claimed me. My head was spinning as it pounded into me. I reached down and grabbed the neck of the machine as I hung on for dear life as it spun one way, then back again. Sometimes, I felt as if I was moving in several directions at once.

  “Level 8…8.5,” Colt said. “Hang on, Aria,” he urged. I tried to keep my breathing at a steady pace but the machine was bucking and causing me to tremble. My legs burned and I felt the numbness all the way to my toes. My insides started to quiver and my orgasm began rippling through me yet again. I threw my head back and cried out.

  “More,” I demanded, as orgasm number five took its hold on me.

  “9…” Colt said in a strained voice.

  My sixth orgasm pushed through my body and I was still convulsing. “More,” I bellowed.

  “9.25,” Colt shouted.

  My body felt like it was exploding in all different directions. As if I was tossed from a raft during a white water rafting trip, flung under water, not able to figure out which way was up as the water swirls all around me. And no matter how hard I try to reorient myself, the current holds me tight in its icy grip. The only way out is to swim with the current until at last, my head breaks the surface of the water and I can gasp for breath again.

  I rocked side to side with the machine as I hung on with one arm and dipped my finger down over my wet clit and began rubbing it. I was taking control and kicking its ass.

  “Aaahh,” I said. I felt Colt increase it again.

  “9.5,” he said, with excitement in his voice. I screamed and my whole world thundered around me. “ 9.6…9.7,” he said.

  I was lost in darkness and stars in my periphery flashed in my eyes. I cried out in a strangled raspy voice as I came again intensely. It was the seventh time. My legs were like jello.

  “No more,” I gasped, trying to find my breath as the machine suddenly slammed to a halt underneath me.

  The cheers were so loud it was deafening. I blinked, trying to reign in my focus. The crowd stood in awe as my eyes flashed toward the large LED monitor displaying level 9.7. It was a new record.

  The celebratory alarm was ringing as fireworks’ exploded overhead declaring an end to this day’s events and the crowd was chanting my name. I felt myself sliding to the side then Colt’s arms around me as he lifted me off. I couldn’t stand. I fell to my knees once again. I was spent.

  Sara wrapped another towel around me and held my upper body upright as I shook in her arms. Avery knelt to the ground and held up a shot of Jameson whiskey. I smiled and downed it. Then he followed it with a beer.

  A scouring bright blue Caitlyn was standing nearby with her arms crossed. She really did look good in blue. We were tied, two events each.

  I chuckled. Her blonde hair was glistening in the light. She was just standing there glaring at Avery and me. God, she looked like a pissed off Smurfette.

  The partiers fell out of their seats and spread across the whole lawn. Then the PA whistled on and Travis announced me as the winner.

  The crowd filed out of the stadium and I just sat there on the ground next to Sara and Colt, trying to catch my breath. I watched Avery as he walked back to the judges table pointing and giving out orders like a general as they began to tear down from this event and set up for tomorrow’s Jello wrestling.

  Avery glanced over at me and even from the distance his eyes were blazing and for the first time since the night of the masquerade he was truly smiling at me. My mind kept repeating… do this for me. For us.

  DAY FORTY-ONE:

  SATURDAY AFTERNOON

  CAMP OLYMPICS DAY 3

  JELLO WRESTLING

  Saturday morning came and I couldn’t move. Most of the camp stayed up until 5am partying and carrying on. I came home around 2am, but Sara said that people were having drunken sex all over the lawn and in the bleachers and by the campfires. I guess it was a good party.

  It was almost noon by the time I climbed out
of bed, feeling the soreness that Sybian monster released on me last night. I stiffly made my way to the shower, hoping the hot water would soothe my achy muscles. I still had one more event today with Tara, Amber, and Caitlyn. We were the four remaining girls with the most points. I had no room for error. Jello wrestling was the last event and I couldn’t let Caitlyn win this.

  I finally shut off the hot water and stepped out of the shower. I toweled off and put on my red bathing suit. I waited for Sara to finish primping and we made our way to the Main Lodge for lunch. I was glad that I stopped drinking when I did last night. I had been too sore to stay out as late as most. And by the sluggish movements of Sara and everyone else, they looked very haggard and hungover. Sara was in the middle of telling me about the massive orgy that broke out on the back lawn after I left when Caitlyn shouldered me.

  “Hey thanks there, sweetpea!” I said. Geez, would her childishness ever end?

  I grimaced and rubbed my shoulder, then kept walking. She was so not worth my time. But still, I snickered at her blue skin and knowing how Sara and I had everything to do with that made me feel better.

  We ate lunch then headed toward the beach by the lake. I wanted to get there early and try to get my head in the game.

  As soon as we arrived, Sara left me to go get us a couple Hurricanes at the bar. Three large pools of Jello came into view. They were again sunken into the center of boxing rings with the one in the center being the largest. The bleachers had been moved over on either side of the tournament area. Flags lined the rear of the beach area flowing briskly in the strong breeze today.

  Caitlyn was already there in her canary yellow bikini with her golden hair flowing over her shoulders. The lake water reflected a bright bluish hue that didn’t quite match Caitlyn’s but yet they didn’t clash either. Sometimes when you paint a room you might have two different shades of a color, like royal blue walls and country blue kitchen cabinets, and it just doesn’t fit right. That wasn’t the case between Caitlyn and the water. The blue hues were complimentary.

  I looked to the tally boards to see Caitlyn and I tied for first. Tara was in second place and Amber was in third. Because of the lottery round, they had every bit a chance to win this as much as I did.

  We stepped to the podium where Pierce drew the names of who would compete against each other first. Caitlyn and Amber’s names were drawn first. Tara and I would go second.

  Tara and I stepped over to the edge of the crowd that was growing more and more by the minute and I felt a warm hand on the small of my back. I knew his touch. It was electric. There was no mistaking it. I tilted my head up to look at him and Avery smiled his panty-melting smile.

  “How are you feeling?” he asked as he handed me the Hurricane Sara was supposed to bring me. “Sore. But okay,” I said as I took a really huge sip.

  “Ready to kick some ass for me?” he whispered in my ear. I could feel his hot breath below my ear and my body shivered involuntarily. My eyes lit up and suddenly I had the urge to tackle him right then and there. I didn’t care who was watching. Avery stepped away, reluctantly letting go of my waist, and headed back to the judges table. I hadn’t taken my eyes off him when I heard Tara speak.

  “You’ve really got it bad for him, don’t you?”

  “Yea,” I gushed. I stiffened when I realized I said that a loud. I started to panic.

  “After the way he was fawning over you yesterday before the final Sybian round, I would think its safe to say that he’s crazy about you, too,” she smiled. I studied her swanlike face. Her hair was groomed and perfectly colored. It was cut in wavy layers with wispy strands covering her accentuated features. She now wore contacts and had on a perfect amount of makeup. She glowed like an angel. Tara was kind. I wished that there could be more genuine people like her in the world.

  I smiled softly back at her and then looked over at Avery. I could feel Tara’s eyes on me but all I could think about was that after this competition, Avery and I needed to talk.

  My attention was drawn back to the match when Pierce blew the whistle. Caitlyn and Amber stepped into the pool of lime green Jello and began wrestling.

  Caitlyn was a blue ball of blind fury. She was determined to win that trip. Amber looked like she was trying to defend herself but Caitlyn was too quick and too fast. She attacked her like a hyena attacking its lunch. I snickered to myself. Caitlyn laughed like a hyena, too.

  After one very hotly contested match, Travis announced Caitlyn as the winner. She simply destroyed Amber. Just fucking peachy.

  The women stepped out of the pool and Colt and Pierce lined up to hose them off. Tara and I stepped over to the edge of our pool of cherry Jello.

  Most of the camp had arrived by now. The beer lines over at the two tiki bars were humming. The crowd spread wide across the beachside as Pierce blew his whistle and Tara and I stepped into the gushy crimson Jello. It squished between my toes as I steadied myself. I sidestepped Tara as she lunged for me. She moved toward me again and I stepped away but Tara gripped my wrist and pulled me down so my ear was close to her mouth. She mumbled something too quick for me to be sure I heard her correctly.

  “Come again?” I said, pulling away to lock my arms with her as we tossed each other about. She leaned into my ear again.

  “I want you to kick Caitlyn’s ass for me,” she reiterated. I stared at her, trying to understand what it was that she was saying. Then Tara did the most absurd and yet noble thing; she grabbed hold of her calf and cried out… “Cramp!”

  Then she toppled over and faked slipping in the Jello. She reached up and pulled me down on top of her, and as I fell she held me in place pinning her.

  “Why are you doing this?” I asked.

  “You deserve to have your happy ending, too,” she winked.

  I was stunned. Tara just let me win and as I looked down at her I whispered, “I will kick her ass all the way back to Nantucket.”

  I fought back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes and looked up at Avery. He stood off to the side with his arms crossed over his chest watching the whole thing. He grinned and I found myself smiling in return. My eyes looked at Tara. One opponent down, one crazy bitch to go.

  I wiped my face with the towel Pierce handed me and stepped up to the pool’s edge. Pierce chuckled.

  “Aria, there’s a thirty minute break then we’ll meet back here.”

  The crowd cheered as the two bartenders brought out several trays of shots and handed them out. Catcalls filled the air while Colt hosed off Tara and I.

  People were still teasing Caitlyn and calling her Smurfette as they walked by. Sara took the towel from me and helped to dry me off. Before I knew what was happening Sara was kissing me on the lips. The guys whistled and whooped and I fed into the hype and deepened the kiss. The crowd went nuts. I pulled away, giggling. Sara licked my lips and looked at me like she couldn’t wait to have more.

  “That’s my girl,” Colt said, wrapping his arms around Sara and kissing her deeply.

  “See what you’re missing, Avery,” Sara purred.

  I looked up to those green emerald eyes gazing down at me and felt my heart clench in my throat. Ignoring Sara’s comment, he stepped up to me and quirked his eyebrow.

  “She let you win, didn’t she?” he said. I nodded. “Why?” he asked.

  “I’m looking right at him,” I said honestly.

  Avery’s eyes went wide for a moment then he looked like he was at a loss for words.

  “Wow,” he finally said ineloquently.

  “Oh, that and she wants me to kick Caitlyn’s ass,” I laughed, trying to lighten the conversation. He chuckled.

  Thirty minutes later, Pierce called me over to start the final round and butterflies danced in my belly. I giggled at myself for my inward silly butterfly monologue.

  Caitlyn and I both climbed into the center ring with the blue Jello that matched Caitlyn.

  “It’s a death match, Kittens. The gloves come off. Rules are simple.
No choking, scratching, or knees to the stomach. Everything else is fair game.”

  I glanced across the pool at Caitlyn’s narrowed glare. Pierce blew the whistle and I swear I heard Caitlyn growl. Caitlyn leaned in and tried to uppercut me openhanded. I dodged it, smacking her hand to the side, then I felt my feet slip. I stumbled to regain my footing.

  Caitlyn lunged forward, grabbed me around the waist and reached up and pulled my bikini top off exposing my breasts. The crowd cheered wildly. Now I see why Jello wrestling is such a big deal, the guys just want to see tits. So I thought I’d give them some more. I reigned in my surprise and then tackled her, ripping off her top. There if they want tits let them eat fake.

  I squinted through the slime to see Caitlyn’s blue bulbous fake globes exposed. I regretted my decision instantly. I struggled to stay on top of her. She wriggled like a fire horse. Where did she get her energy?

  She struggled out of my grasp like an oiled pig at the farmer’s market. We went around each other like steamrollers coating ourselves in the blue Jello and choking on it in the process.

  Caitlyn squirmed out from under me and jumped onto my back. Before I had anytime to respond she was pushing my face into the Jello. I swear this bitch was trying to kill me and she kept screaming obscenities the whole time.

  I shoved my head back and head-butted her. She paused for a moment looking dizzy, and I rolled out from underneath her. The crowd hissed and I looked to see she was clenching her nose. Blood dripped from her blue nose.

  The crowd then cheered for me. That seemed to only fuel Caitlyn’s rage. She kicked my feet out from under me with a leg swipe as her manicured fingers dug into my thigh.

  Damn, that hurt!

  “Kick her ass, Aria,” Tara called out. Sara and Colt joined in. I pinned Caitlyn for a second then looked to see Sara not far from the ring jumping up and down cheering for me. Colt was next to her holding up his beer and cheering me on.

  Caitlyn took advantage of my distraction and pushed me over onto my back. I kicked back and Caitlyn grabbed her stomach in a protective maneuver. I was spitting out Jello trying to catch my breath. My heart was pounding. Caitlyn rose to her feet, still clutching her side. I took a moment to breathe.